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.
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