Mournful Strains

Mercy she brought me from a foreign land
Taught this foolish soul to understand
That god’s in heaven at salvation’s door
Never knew or sought redemption before
Some view me with a scornful eye
they don’t like the colors as I walk by
But remember one thing and this is true
The train of angels is coming through
The train of angels is coming through
I was stol’d one night from a place I knew
From my father’s land and my mother’s view
From where does my one wish come from?
Is it all alone from my heart of love?
My sorrow knows no end just pain
A soul never leaves it will wax and wane
I pray for the end of merciless rule
The train of angels is coming through
The train of angels is coming through
The lawless fist has crushed this land
Our silent words beckon heaven’s hand
No more, no more of the mournful strain
The wrongs and slights no more to remain
No longer constrained by the iron chain
Will wanton tyranny for e — e- ver reign?
Yet my love of freedom is right and true
The train of angels is coming through
The train of angels is coming through