THE LADY IS SLEEPING
C. SEPTEMBER 8, 1997
MARK S. WELCH
KEY: Am
The lady is sleeping a silent, sweet repose
Amidst the throngs and flashes
Her soul gently flows away
Out of the Abbey out over the streets
Into the hearts of the people
You can see it in their eyes
You can hear it in their cries...Diana
While far across the world
on some Calcutta street
Where is the woman God named Theresa?
She's left her small body to wear only Light
Still out on the street where the wounded they cry
Theresa
The cycles of living keep turning
As moments so full move along
Remember these feelings that fill up your heart
Remember then you can go on
This is life. This is life
The lady is sleeping in a single black sedan
All covered with flowers and the tears of England
For in death she is living inspiring change
For love and compassion to resume the reign
Diana
Few were the cameras but great were the deeds
To aid the afflicted explode their beliefs
Through God she was moving
through God did she heal
The Mother devoted to all did she kneel
Theresa
CHORUS
In some new dimension two energies close
Meeting one another a new light does glow
As two ladies embrace two ladies they smile
Two ladies remember and rest for awhile
While here on this Earth
something precious is born
Out of the loss out of the storm
A new way of living a new pair of eyes
A heart broken open a willful desire
To live life much grander live life Divine
Help one another like these ladies who died
So here's to Diana and here's to Theresa
For all you have given and all you've released
May you rest long and sweetly
and know that your lives
Have raised up this world and softened its cries
Farewell...farewell...farewell...Diana...Theresa...