Never was a story
More miserable than this
Mother holds her child
Gives him one last kiss
And bells chime slowly
The dead, the men will lift
Never was a story
More miserable than this
Never was a young girl
More lively than my own
I see her dancing
At the party in our home
Now the bells chime slowly
And the men begin to move
Never was a mother
More lonelier than this
Lord look upon us
With grace and light
For we cannot change was is done
Day brings a new light
With hope in our eyes
Fill us with the strength to carry on
