Today, Lord, we hand them back,
four years older, and we pray, wiser
Today, Lord, we hand them back,
four years older, and we pray, wiser
In days to come you and I will have much to talk about;
and a lot of mischief to get into.
I try to keep up my speed, but I stumble over these words;
puzzled by these ideas: kingdom and your will
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be your name;
we continue in a constant hurry, eager to get somewhere else
Our Father who art in Heaven we pray so quickly,
without so much as a pause to catch our breath