Come and smear me with the branches of that tree Hyssop dipped in innocent blood to make me clean Let an old man's broken bones once more rejoice Oh Absalom, you were my little boy Chorus: Absalom, Absalom My son, my son, my son Caught in the tangles of deceit Hanging lifeless from that tree Absalom, Absalom My son, my son, my son Caught by the tangles of your hair The fruit of my own sins to bear Oh, Absalom You were the laughing boy who bounced upon my knee You learned to play the harp and use the shepherd's sling Always watching, my impressionable son Oh Absalom, what have I done You were watching when I took a good man's wife And gave the orders for his murder, just to cover up the crime All the vanity, cruel arrogance, and greed Oh Absalom, you learned it all from me Chorus