Blessed

Our church for common people Stands here in the yard Its shining silver steeple Is crowned with two hearts With hand on heart, our faith Does not require a cross We’re of the gentlest race Our love is not a loss You’ve gone, it means that I Will carry both of shares Until the end of time For both our hearts I'll care In our church I stay Blessed with our sacred dove Its clear as a day I live for you, my love I have a little request You know it, I believe It is no more a secret That we shall be retrieved So when I go, please meet me At that old station, where We all arrive, and greet me Just call, and I’ll be there.