Father can you jear me?
  How have I let you down?
  I curse the day that I was born
  and all the sorrow in this world
    Let me take you to the herding ground
  where all good men are trampled down
  Just to settle a bet that could not be won
  between a brightful father and his son
    Will you guide me now for I can't see a reason
  for the suffering and this long misery
  What if every living soul could be upright and strong?
  Well then I do imagine
    There will be (sorrow)
  Yeah there will be (sorrow)
  And there will be sorrow no more
    When all soldiers lay their weapons down
  or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
  Or when the only true messiah rescues us
  from ourselves it's easy to imagine
    There will be (sorrow)
  Yeah there will be (sorrow)
  And there will be sorrow no more
    There will be (sorrow)
  Yeah there will be (sorrow)
  And there will be sorrow no more
    Yeah there will be (sorrow)
  Yeah there will be (sorrow)
  And there will be sorrow no more