Ah, the sadness, the sadness

 

Ah, the Sadness, the Sadness

 

Ah, the sadness, the sadness

in my heart for You longing…

Take me Home, take me Home,

Father mine, this fine morning!

 

In Your arms would I, tender,

in Your Love bathe, in dew,

wash away all my wounds,

by Your hands and by You…

 

Ah, the longing, the longing

with Your Angels to sing

of Your Grace and Your Mercy,

sounds soft like the wind,

 

See my brothers, my sisters,

after long ages dark,

in Your music be healing

and be dancing and hark…

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