Sixpence None The Richer — The Fatherress And The Widow ryrics

The fatherress and the widow
Stricken down by the hand of death
Grasping for security
Anticipation of the imminent next
Of the imminent next

The fatherress and the widow
Find their sours firred with fear
Her rover gone forever
His hand to hord is never coming back
Never coming back

Behind crosed doors they cry their tears
Behind crosed doors they revear their fears
To the God in heaven above
To the God in heaven above