كلمات For Mercy

Wrapped in her raincoat She crosses herself as she walks from the church Head bent in sorrow Her life feels so empty she's nowhere to turn She can't tell her husband He won't understand Why his blood is thinner Nor thicker than sand Oh Mercy, whatever will become of me Fourteen days later Still nobody knows but it's starting to show Sleep in the armchair Old Harold gets fatter and ceases to care She said on that day That till death do us part But now she has someone Who's close to her heart Oh Mercy, whatever will become of me Fighting her conscience Her suitcase is packed and she's ready to leave Still feeling unsure The statue of Mary now points to the door Skipping and smiling She catches her plane The child she had longed for A new home and name Oh Harold, whatever will become of you