(1904-1993)



windswept and moonhung

singing softly next to you

oh sweet delicate woman

where has all your strength gone to

gone to…gone to

where has it gone to

softest hands

i take their frailness in my own

hands

hands that mended children's dreams

now grasp for mary's grace

her grace…her grace

sweet mother

guide her home

sweet, sweet mother guide her home…

sleep now woman

let the angels come to you

and

in their wings

you will find peace

you will find peace

i know