Where have you gone, my Danny, my boy
Oh where, oh where are you bound?
The masters of greed have their hands on you
You’re nowhere to be found.

Your body is here, my Danny, my boy
I see it everyday;
But your soul has gone into slavery
And cannot get away

They have you there, my Danny, my boy
And keep you for their gold,
For just as in the days of slavery
Your life has been bought and sold.

The masters of greed, my Danny , my boy
Have neither love nor pity
They wrecked your home and your neighbourhood
And left you to suffer in the city.

They’ll sell you things, my Danny ,my boy
You cannot do without,
And when you’ve paid all you can steal
They’ll laugh and spit you out

And those who love you, My Danny .my boy
And from those whom you love, and I
What can we do, my dearest boy
But weep and watch you die.

                                                               written by Karen Allen