| O the sisters of mercy they are not |
| Departed or gone, |
| They were waiting for me when I thought |
| That I just cant go on, |
| And they brought me their comfort |
| And later they brought me this song. |
| O I hope you run into them |
| You whove been traveling so long. |
| Yes, you who must leave everything |
| That you cannot control; |
| It begins with your family, |
| But soon it comes round to your soul. |
| Well, Ive been where youre hanging |
| I think I can see how youre pinned. |
| When youre not feeling holy, |
| Your loneliness says that youve sinned. |
| Well they lay down beside me |
| I made my confession to them. |
| They touched both my eyes |
| And I touched the dew on their hem. |
| If your life is a leaf |
| That the seasons tear off and condemn |
| They will bind you with love |
| That is graceful and green as a stem. |
| When I left they were sleeping, |
| I hope you run into them soon. |
| Dont turn on the light |
| You can read their address by the moon; |
| And you wont make me jealous |
| If I hear that they sweeten your night |
| We werent lovers like that |
| And besides it would still be all right |
| We werent lovers like that |
| And besides it would still be all right. |