When a young girl weeps in her emptiness

And the world's too busy to care –

And a young man cries in his bitterness

Of a shame that no one can share

Who will cry, who will cry,

Cry for all the hurt in the world?

Who will cry, oh cry, for all the hurt in the world?

When an old man dies in his loneliness

And there's no one to weep at his grave –

An old woman dies in her fearfulness

And there's no one to cry but the rain –

Who will cry, who will cry,

Cry for all the hurt in the world?

Who will cry, oh cry, for all the hurt in the world?

When a frightened girl walks the empty streets

while the world sleeps careless and warm -

And an angry youth in defiance cries

for someone to silence his pain,

Who will cry, who will cry,

Cry for all the hurt in the world?

Who will cry, oh cry, for all the hurt in the world?

An old woman sits in her lonely room

and sighs for the days that remain:

And a homeless man in the winter's dark

seeks a doorway to hide from the rain

Who will cry, who will cry,

Cry for all the hurt in the world?

Who will cry, oh cry, for all the hurt in the world?