They would seek high, they would seek low
Calling their manchild as the trouble would blow
There's always some body to watch over me
I'm never alone I wish they'd leave me be
Never alone
I'm never alone
I'm just a boy not long for this world
I'm called nelsito and I'm thirteen years old
For nearly two decades this vendetta has raged
There are no men I'm the last in the chain
Last in the chain
I'm manchild man
Marimba sing high marimba sing low
Marimba sing high as the cemetery grows
All have been wept for husbands brothers grandsons
Grandfathers nephews cousins uncles fathers and sons
I walk in boots too big for me
The women do cry as they watch over me
I work at the altar I try to be good
But just like the others I'll soon travel in wood
I try to be good
Man child in wood

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Writer(s): COLE PORTER