[Verse 1]
In the church choir a girl was singing
About all the weary people in a strange land
About all the ships far out on oceans
About all who were forgetting the joys at hand
[Verse 2]
High in the steeple her voice was singing
A thin ray turning her shoulder white
From the dark everyone watched and listened
To the white dress singing in the light
[Verse 3]
The voice was so sweet, the ray so slender
That only next to the Holy Door
Privileged to mysteries, a baby was crying
That those away would rеturn no more
[Verse 4]
And all could believе that joy was coming
That all the ships were harbored, safe
That in strange lands all weary people
Had found a milder, brighter life
[Outro]
In the church choir a girl was singing
About all the weary people in a strange land
About all the ships far out on oceans
About all who were forgetting the joys at hand
About all who were forgetting the joys at hand
About all who were forgetting the joys at hand