Infant Sorrow
Greg Brown Lyrics


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(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake)

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,




Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Greg Brown's song, Infant Sorrow, are adapted from a poem by William Blake. The poem speaks of the stark reality of birth, where a child is thrown into the unknown and dangerous world, helpless and naked, screaming loudly. The child is compared to a fiend, possibly because of the sheer trauma of being born into a world so alien to what they knew before.


The second verse speaks of the struggles the child faces in adapting to their new environment, as they try to break free from the swaddling bands that bind them. The child is exhausted from the effort and decides to give up and lean on their mother's breast for comfort. The song speaks of the raw emotions of birth and how it is a traumatic experience not just for the mother but also for the child who is being born. It shows how the transition from the womb to the outside world can be difficult.


Line by Line Meaning

My mother groaned, my father wept:
As I was born into this world, my mother struggled and my father cried tears of joy.


Into the dangerous world I leapt,
I was born into a world full of risks and uncertainties.


Helpless, naked, piping loud,
I was born without any control or power, completely exposed, and making loud cries.


Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
My entry into the world was like an evil spirit concealed in a cloud, ominous but uncertain.


Struggling in my father's hands,
As I was being held by my father, I fought and squirmed.


Striving against my swaddling bands,
I felt confined by the blankets wrapped around me and struggled to break free.


Bound and weary, I thought best
Feeling restricted and fatigued, I decided it was best


To sulk upon my mother's breast
To withdraw and sulk in the comfort of my mother's nurturing arms.




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