Who are you, waiting,
Waiting at the gates of my city?
Who are you, waiting?
Blood streams from the nails on your fingers.
Who are you, pleading,
Pleading into the walls unyielding?
Who are you, scratching
At the mortar, splashed and crimson?
And you are on the outside
And I am on the inside and
And I won't let you in!
Yes, you are on the outside
And I am on the inside and
And I won't let you in!
Who are you people
In the damp of the misty morning?
Who are you people
Who disturb my hours of sleeping?
Who are you children
On your fathers' shoulders yawning?
Who are you children,
You who rise above the clamour?
And you are on the outside
And I am on the inside and
And I won't let you in!
Yes, you are on the outside
And I am on the inside and
And I won't let you in!
Where are you hiding
As I rise this lonely morning?
Why are you silent
When I gaze from my chamber window?
Why are you hiding?
Did you die as I lay sleeping?
All of you people,
Thank you for your gift;
Now let me rest!