The sisters worked for the people round them Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor And they cared and tried but were worn with Their fears and the years of heartbreak
Dust and wine stained the men who knew them The sweat of days in the angry sun And the men were weak, and they cried And they asked, "Sisters, make us holy."
The sisters prayed, "Give us hope for something." The men asked, "Where is your God today?" And the empty eyes as the sisters prayed held Their thoughts unspoken
There was nothing they could do Earth was dust for miles around Nothing new survived Everything was barren on the land And the truth they tried to understand just died
Everything was barren on the land And the truth they tried to understand just died