Blessed Are

Blessed are the one way ticket holders

On a one way street

Blessed are the midnight riders

For in the shadow of God they sleep

Blessed are the huddled hikers

Staring out at falling rain

Wondering at the retribution

In their personal acquaintance with pain

Blessed are the blood relations

Of the young ones who have died

Who had not the time or patience

To carry on this earthly ride

Rain will come and winds will blow

Wild deer die in the mountain snow

Birds will beat at heaven's wall

What comes to one must come to us all

For you and I are one way ticket holders

On a one way street

Which lies across a golden valley

Where the waters of joy and hope run deep

So if you pass the parents weeping

Of the young ones who have died

Take them to your warmth and keeping

For blessed are the tears they cried

And many were the years they tried

Take them to that valley wide

And let their souls be pacified

19701971 Chandos Music

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