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...