Reconciliation के बोल

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