King James Version

He was trapped in a haircut

He no longer believed in

She said "I'm a teacher here

I teach the children"

And he wondered to himself

There and then all the things he could learn from her

The great mighty wonder

Think of the names you once

Called me in anger

Remember the sadness In Florence Ballard's eyes

Imagine all the melancholy you could find

In the arms of a stranger

Bred, bread of heaven

Seems like nothing goes right

In the world that we were born in

But the horizon is bright

Yonder comes the morning

Upstairs they're buying

A stairway to heaven

Down in the garden

They're changing sticks into snakes

And the jangle of religious medals would put the fear of God into an angel

Come, come all ye faithful

Their baby came home to them

An unmarried mother

They wished she would turn to a pillar of salt

But in the end compassion has to be the greatest family value

Hope, hope of the helpless

Looks like a drift to the right

For the world we were born in

But the horizon is bright

Yonder comes the morning