Do you hear that noise, Mother, That comes over the sea? Is that God the Father raging In His Eternity? That is only war, darling, Drunk men returning From the pubs of their pleasure, They'll be sober by morning. Do you hear that whisper, Mother, That follows the sigh From the house of Injustice? What was that going by? That was God raging, child, Something to fright More than the shouting Of a whole drunken night.