We must fall down and pray,
Our hearts are pure and still,
The crowds have left for the day.
The clergymen kindly stay,
White doves cover the hill,
We must fall down and pray.
Ropes on belfries fray,
Bells ring out for good will:
The crowds have left for the day.
Can we not find a way
To never hurt or kill?
We must fall down and pray.
They reject hate today,
Good hearted people will:
The crowds have left for the day.
Many sigh with dismay
The people toil with skill:
We must fall down and pray,
The crowds have left for the day.