1. I have no home, where shall I go?
While I am left to weep below;
My heart is pained, my friends are gone,
And here I’m left on earth to mourn.
2. I see my people lying round,
All lifeless here upon the ground—
Young men and maidens in their gore,
Which does increase my sorrows more.
3. My father looked upon this scene
And in his writings has made plain,
How every Nephite’s heart did fear,
When he beheld his foe draw near.
4. With axe and bow they fell upon
Our men and women, sparing none,
And left them prostrate on the ground:
Lo! here they now are bleeding round.
5. Ten thousand that were led by me
Lie round this hill called Cumorah;
Their spirits from their bodies fled,
And they are numbered with the dead.
6. Well might my father, in despair,
Cry, All ye fair ones, once how fair,
How is it that you’ve fallen? oh!
My soul is filled with pain for you.
7. My life is sought, where shall I flee?
Lord, take me home to dwell with thee,
Where all my sorrows will be o’er,
And I shall sigh and weep no more.
8. Thus sang the son of Mormon, when
He gazed upon his Nephite men
And women, too, who had been slain,
And left to moulder on the plain!