The yearning never ends
The path is fraught with pain
The tenderness is gone
Why do they feel no shame

Now let us sing out loud
Now open up our hearts
Now touch the peace within
And we shall mend their souls

Across the land we soar
With wings of faith and joy
To spread the sounds of love
Amongst the living dead

They stretch their empty hands
They catch our tears of life
They grow and see once more
The visions of the whole

Throughout eternity
When evil mocks the true
It only needs the midwives
The happy gentle few

They use the gift of touch
To heal the wounds of grief
And open wide their arms
Bestowing all they have

So let the yearning end
Make smooth the path again
With tender hearts now found
We make them feel the shame