The children sit upon the stairs. High above a valley of tears. Don't let them see you crying that way oh no. Oh no Joe Porterhouse. Is not gone forever. He'll be back another day. Don't let them see you crying that way. Chorus. Please don't wake him let him sleep. It's a moment she can keep. Like an old bus ticket or a photograph. Resting on the mantlepiece. While for the wicked there is no peace. She says it's not his time to go. Why we were nearly lovers years ago. Now what is left for me. Among the broken branches of the family tree. Heart like an anchor. Arms like cable. He stood all alone on an iron turntable. Don't let them see you crying that way oh no. The sun beats down. It's cracking the flags. Boys who should know better. Are stamping out fags. Don't let them see you laughing that way. Chorus. Oh no Joe Porterhouse. Is not gone forever. He'll be back another day. Don't let them see you crying that way.