[Verse 1]
In the church choir a girl was singing
About all the weary people in a strange land
About all the ships far out on oceans
About all who were forgetting the joys at hand
[Verse 2]
The voice was so sweet, the ray so slender
That only next to the Holy Door
Privileged to mysteries, a baby was crying
That those away would return no more
[Verse 3]
And all could believe that joy was coming
That all the ships were harbored, safe
That in strange lands all weary people
Had found a milder, brighter life
[Outro]
In the church choir a girl was singing
About all the weary people in a strange land
About all the ships far out on oceans
About all who were forgetting the joys at hand