Oh my father, where can you be
Do you travel the earth just like me
As you pass on your way
Can you hear the people cry
Can you hear people cry in the night
Have you seen the hungry faces from the East
Or have you seen the wealthy princess from the West
Have you seen the cornfields burned to the ground
Just to keep their prices high and their keep money safe and sound
Have you seen the little children starve and die
Have you seen the light of God burning bright
Of revelation that blinds your wicked ways
As he granted entrance to a seven layer home
Has he given license to preach his love abroad
Has you given up your soul to this all
Or have you weakened and set your body free
Let your mind grow with dreams of a-misery
Can you smell the poppy seed blow through the air
Or is it ruby you need and a woman young and fair
Have you sold out to the Devils grin
Oh my father, where can you be
Now, do you travel the earth just like me
As you pass on your way
Can you hear the people cry
Can you hear people cry in the night
Oh My Father was written by Bert Jansch.