Come sweet children, let us play.
Cause soon now any day.
Death will come our way.
It doesn't matter where you stay.
In the house or behind the hay.
Death will come your way.
No matter what you do or say.
It doesn't matter if you cry or pray.
Death must sometime come this way.
Death will come.
Yes Death must come.
Death will come our way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem