They would seek high, they would seek low Calling their manchild as the trouble did flow Theres always somebody to watch over me Im never alone, I wish theyd leave me be
Never alone Im never alone...
Im just a boy, not long for this world Im called nelsito and Im thirteen years old For nearly two decades this vendetta has raged There are no men -- Im the last in the chain
Last in the chain Im 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, Ill soon travel in wood
I try to be good Manchild in wood I wait for manhood Im the manchild.