A little Mary was five years old.
Her parents left her she was out in the cold.
Alone to live and find her way
in this great world of heartache and pain.
Eyes of brown matted locks of gold.
Her flowered dress is tattered and soiled.
Tears stain cheeks her feet cold and bare.
Who could have left a child so rare.
"Rosemary, your day will come.
He loved you so he gave his only son.
Keep the faith in your soul.
Stay down on your knees.
I'm begging you please hold on to the beads at your heart."
A burning heart and tired eyes.
Howling winds for lullabies
No one there to soothe her fright.
No where to turn but the inward light.
Because life is for the living
That your heart can.......
..........................................
There's eternal life for every soul.
Woo yeah
"repeat"
He needs you
He wants you
So don't let him down
"repeat"