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