SINGLE
When Father George went to heaven
♪ Broken crying ♪
Our woman with a tender hand
She healed him.
She was rubbing blue stripes
She was taking the cords off.
She'd pull her lips out of the bruised.
Great gag of horror
And all the saints watched
With large concern
And they spoke louder
To parent Litania
She was inactive a thin scab.
From Vistula, dirty water
When the stone of death fell
On the blue stairs
Then they all saw
How she hugged him
And I teardrop like a pearl
She clenched in her hand.
And she brought that teardrop to God
When about Polish cause
They've been talking a long time.
tender and gracious
Polish holy priest Jerzy
He told me a long time.
How He wanted
Be God's Servant...
