She was the only one
   Of my flesh and blood
   Now I have no calling
   I can do no worldly good
  
   I sit silent
   I sit mourning
   I sit listless all the day
   I've mostly lost the voice to speak
   And any words to say except
   Does heaven have enough angels yet?
  
   I've gone hard
   And I've gone cold
   I can't make the piece of this cracked life fit
   Please forgive me for wanting to know
   Does heaven have enough angels yet?
  
   She was the only one
   Of my own flesh and blood
   Sometimes I hear her calling
   Straight from the house of god