I wish that the ways of men were the same as the ways of God,
How is it so our thick little hearts leave the narrow path for the broad?
Leave the narrow path for the broad?
We could fly on the wings of eagles, we could see with the eyes of love,
We could laugh with a childlike lack of concern, for the world would have nothing to fear of.
But fear, we have plenty, and countless are the ways that we deceive,
A peace can be heard on the breath of each morning, by evening the widows will grieve,
By evening the widows will grieve.
So, sing…sing a song for the ones who mourn,
Light a candle for the world war torn,
Find hope in the Lord if your soul is worn,
And say a prayer for the ways of men,
Say a prayer for the ways of the men.
Oh, you wandering souls that are huddled against the harsh wind,
It does no good railing at the evil gale,
Men have died while the devil grin,
Men have died while the devil grin.
So take courage, you pilgrim kind, when the good that you do is mocked,
For the day, it will come when the proud will fall and the ground that they walk on will be rocked,
And the ground that they stand on will be rocked.
Sing…sing a song for the ones who mourn,
Light a candle for the world war torn,
Find hope in the Lord if your soul is worn,
And say a prayer for the ways of men,
Say a prayer for the ways of the men.
Sing…sing a song for the ones who mourn,
And say a prayer for the ways of men,
Say a prayer for the ways of men,
Say a prayer for the ways of men,
Say a prayer for the ways of men.
