Because in love it's fair to ask how long
The music plays before I come to you
O Lord your cause insists on merry song

Piping from sun down to the light of dawn
On mother making sense of living through
Because in love it's fair to ask how long

Linger lullabies about lovely John
Which mean to make a white lie wholly true
O Lord your cause insists on merry song

Making mirth of sorrow for sisters gone
To ashes crossed from Heaven to that pew
Because in love it's fair to ask how long

Till *** ed makes us read a verse to spawn
A man child with an iron rod to sue
O Lord your cause insists on merry song

Like the little lamb had to lead wrong
Right to slaughter sure to back to
Because in love it's fair to ask how long
O Lord your cause insists on Mary song