Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing      That a mans hands can’t ever truly mend      Shadow land, desert sand, a man searches      For a love that’ll never die      Truth be known, you’re not alone      Your aching bones will find a home      In place where God he sets us free      Wake me up before you go      I will listen for the sound of your voice      Hear the wind in the trees      It goes where it please      Like the breath in me      And all who have breath can sing            When we layed your body down      In earth and in the ground      Oh child, rest your soul.      Will a hope be made good      When a word is understood      In the day, will we see you again?            Gather round, hear the sound      Of a story that’s so old that it’s been told      Before time      He was born in the flesh and the blood      In a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sin      Born of the spirit, and the virgin child      He’s the son of God, son of man      I didn’t recognize that look in his eyes      When they cried      With a sorrow that no man has ever known      Hang him high, watch him die, hear the cry      Crucified up on that God forsaken tree      And all who have breath can sing            When we layed your body down      In the earth and in the ground      Oh Lord, rest your bones      Will a hope be made good      If your words are understood      In the day, will we see you again            Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?      Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?      Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani?      Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?