歌词:
Fa-ther can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day- that I was born
And all the sor-row in this world
Let me take you to the her-ding ground--
Where all good men are tram--pled down---
Just to set-tle a bet that could not be won-
Be-tween a pride-ful fa-ther and his son
Will you guide me now;-- for I can't see
A rea-son for this suf-fer-ing and this long mi-se-ry?---
What if eve-ry li-ving soul could be up-right and strong?
Well then I'd do i-ma---gine
There will be...
Yeah, there will be...--
And there will be
Sor-row-- no more
When all sol-diers lay their wea-pons down,--
Or when all kings and all Queens re-lin-quish their cro-wns,
Or when the on-ly true mes-si-ah res-cues us from our-selves;
It's ea-sy to i-ma---gine
There will be...
Yeah, there will be...--
And there will be
Sor-row-- no- more
There will be...
Yeah, there will be...--
And there will be
Sor-row-- no- more
Yeah, there will be...
Yeah, there will be...--
And there will be
Sor-row-- no more
