Testo December 1943

I can't remember (Remember)
Each time it slipped right through my fingers
The eyes and faces of my brothers (My brothers)
They never made it back home to their mothers

And all I remember (Remember)
Of 1943 December
Is Sullivan and I behind the line We gather the flock to hold a mass with the father
And the smoke lead the way back to death and flames

My disbelief in what laid before me
Bombed out with no warning, no hope
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me

No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold

And I remember
The prayers my mother's mother taught her
And though I'm no believer I'd be dead with my fellow men if not for the preacher

No hands to pray

If I should die before, before I wake
I pray the lord for my soul, my soul to take

No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me