The Passing Widow

Lyrics for The Passing Widow

She made plans of things to do When he was healed, they'd get through They planned to sail the oceans blue To dreams they'd hold A life that meant the world to her Was taken by what might occur In any living skin or fur The young and old So she gathered up her pack Attached a little sleeping shack To jog around the world and back A statement of her love What had she embarked upon? Through rugged hills and roads so long Perhaps he would be cheering on From a world above Give a hand to the passing widow She runs, far from her home Going strong, as beautiful as ever, to show the world they're not alone Winter ice and summer suns Bears and wolves and men with guns Through the thick and thin she runs to ease the pain Just a wagon, pulled by rope In which to rest and dream and hope that she would nd the strength to cope and bring home her campaign Give a hand to the passing widow She runs, far from her home Going strong, as beautiful as ever, to show the world they're not alone Now her bones are crumbling too Used to nd a brighter view Of life without the one she knew and loved so well She bears a message to us all We hold the net to catch our fall Keeping strong and standing tall in deeds and words we tell So, give a hand to the passing widow She runs, far from her home Going strong, as beautiful as ever She shows us all, we're not alone