Whom have we ever had but you? Who came to be alone with us Who came to sit and weep with us In the winter after Christmas.
Everyone tells me to be glad Everyone tells me I should sing, Says ‘Peace, peace,’ But there is no peace.
I don’t want to wear a mask But I’ll wear one for my friend His lungs are bad, and if he Gets the virus he will die.
We have hope! Even though This year has been hard. For good things can come When we least expect them.
We have faith that this won’t last That this sickness will end In glory, not in death, but We know sometimes they’re the same.