1 I have no home, where shall I go?
While I am left to weep below,
My heart is pained, my friends are gone,
And here I'm left on earth to mourn.
2 I see my people lying round,
All lifeless here upon the ground;
Young men and maidens in their gore,
Which does increase my sorrows more.
3 My father looked upon this scene,
And in his writings has made plain,
How every Nephite heart did fear,
When he beheld his foe draw near.
4 With axe and bow they fell upon
Our men and women, sparing none,
And left them prostrate on the ground,
Lo! here they now are bleeding round!
5 one thousand that were led by me
Lie round this hill called Cumorah;
Their spirits from their bodies fled,
And they are numbered with the dead.
6 Well might my father, in despair,
Cry, O ye fair ones, once how fair,
How is it that you've fallen? oh!
My soul is filled with pain for you.
7 My life is sought, where shall I flee?
Lord, take me home to dwell with thee.
Where all my sorrow will be o'er,
And I shall sigh and weep no more.
8 Thus sang the son of Mormon, when
He gazed upon his Nephite men,
And women too, which had been slain,
And left to moulder on the plain!
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