Father can you jear me?

How have I let you down?

I curse the day that I was born

and all the sorrow in this world



Let me take you to the herding ground

where all good men are trampled down

Just to settle a bet that could not be won

between a brightful father and his son



Will you guide me now for I can't see a reason

for the suffering and this long misery

What if every living soul could be upright and strong?

Well then I do imagine



There will be (sorrow)

Yeah there will be (sorrow)

And there will be sorrow no more



When all soldiers lay their weapons down

or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns

Or when the only true messiah rescues us

from ourselves it's easy to imagine



There will be (sorrow)

Yeah there will be (sorrow)

And there will be sorrow no more



There will be (sorrow)

Yeah there will be (sorrow)

And there will be sorrow no more



Yeah there will be (sorrow)

Yeah there will be (sorrow)

And there will be sorrow no more