Pretty child don’t cry, when the food has run out.
Little child hold me tight, it is far too cold out.
Oh the falling bodies, oh the falling bodies.
Let them not cry out.
 
Pretty child don’t cry, Dance with me instead.
Little child hold me tight, Dance with me instead.
Oh the falling bodies, Oh the falling bodies,
Let them not cry out.
 
Pretty child don’t cry, when the guns shout
Little child hold me tight, when the guns shout.
Oh the falling bodies, oh the falling bodies.
Let them not cry out.
 
Pretty child don’t cry, Dance with me instead.
Little child hold me tight, Dance with me instead.
Oh the falling bodies, Oh the falling bodies,
Let them not cry out.
 
Pretty child don’t cry, Black Coyote did not fight.
Little child hold me tight, Black Coyote did not fight.
Oh the falling bodies, oh the rotting bodies,
A feast of wolves,
It has begun.