Holy Thursday Lyrics

Is this a holy thing to see?
In a rich and fruitful life
Days reduced to misery
Fed with cold illusions and
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children ???
It is a ??? of poetry

And the sun does never shine
And the fields are bleak and bare
And there is something in the thorns
And is it eternal winter there?

For whenever the sun dies shine
And whenever the rain does fall
They can never hunger there
No ??? be ???
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children ???
It is a land of poetry

And the sun does never shine
And the fields are bleak and bare
And there is something in the thorns
It is eternal winter there

For whenever the sun does shine
And whenever the rain does fall
They can never hunger there
No ??? be ???
For whenever the sun does shine
And whenever the rain does fall
They can never hunger there
No ??? be ???

Forever the sun does shine
And whenever the rain does fall
They can never hunger there
No ??? be ???

Forever the sun does shine
And whenever the rain does fall