1 Woe, darling, woe, you know how the wind blows:
In from the sea and over the land:
No, darling, no, it carries no sadness,
But serves to remind us of the sadness that is ours
For those who have gone and only speak in echoes;
We can’t caress their faces, we cannot hold their hands.
The glorious smiles we have, they left before this madness
Tore them from our midst and left our nation scarred.
They may have gone, but they will be held closely -
In our thoughts and prayers until our mortal lives are spanned;
Then it will be as it would have been had this
Cloud not unleashed it storm over America.

2 America’s loved ones are America’s heart;
The heart that set the nation’s pulse right from the very start;
That beats elatedly each time a son or daughter’s born;
And seizes up and fills with grief when comes the time to mourn.
When they’re gone we can’t take having them for granted anymore:
Their talking on the telephone, their walking through the door;
Their picking out their favourite treats down at the grocery store;
Their highs and lows at Super Bowl when one or the other scores;
Their help or hindrance when it comes to doing family chores;
The little things that tell you you are theirs and they are yours.
Like the Stars without their Stripes, their light was dimmed our heads were
bowed:
But eternal love’s an American silver lining around the cloud.