Mary's Child Testo

We came to clear the land.To save the child, convert the man
But all we could do was watch them die.
It seems that every soul we saved was destined for an early grave
And the brothers barely stopped to question why.
When we boarded a ship from France it seemed like we'd have a
chance to do God's work out in the cold and wild.
But every deathbed conversion was just another sad perversion.
I wonder what became of Mary's child
In the village of Ste Marie I saw her.
She was twenty-three.
I thought that we would help to ease her pain.
'My mother and father died. My husband's dead.
They're gone.' She cried.
'My unborn child and I remain.'
When we boarded a ship from France it seemed like we'd have a
chance to do God's work out in the cold and wild.
But every deathbed conversion was just another sad perversion.
I wonder what became of Mary's child
She gave her new son life but it was something she could not survive.
We buried her ben4eath a Christian name and the boy was taken back to
Chartes.
Forever he would live apart.
I know nothing of the man that he became.
When we boarded a ship from France it seemed like we'd have a
chance to do God's work out in the cold and wild.
But every deathbed conversion was just another sad perversion.
I wonder what became of Mary's child
Every deathbed conversion...