I want to know why the sky is blueAnd why Death must come so soonWithout warning, life is dueBut not ever knowing why the sky is blue. I want to know where the willows lie--Why their hearts can never dieAnd Mother Earth will always denyWe're searching for the cellars where the willows lie. I want to know how my sins fly awayFrom God's most endearing play,Waiting for that broken dayI possess no more sins to fly far away. I want to know when rescue is due,When our kidnappers won't have a clue--Taking our freedom to that trembling tune!For those who don't know when our rescue is due. I want to know who to trust,Whose heart is not begging for lustWith voices shrieking "Unjust, unjust!You are the monster I cannot trust.