Father can you jear me? 
How have I let you down? 
I curse the day that I was born 
and all the sorrow in this world 
 
Let me take you to the herding ground  
where all good men are trampled down 
Just to settle a bet that could not be won  
between a brightful father and his son 
 
Will you guide me now for I can't see a reason  
for the suffering and this long misery 
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?  
Well then I do imagine 
 
There will be (sorrow) 
Yeah there will be (sorrow) 
And there will be sorrow no more 
 
When all soldiers lay their weapons down  
or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns 
Or when the only true messiah rescues us  
from ourselves it's easy to imagine 
 
There will be (sorrow) 
Yeah there will be (sorrow) 
And there will be sorrow no more 
 
There will be (sorrow) 
Yeah there will be (sorrow) 
And there will be sorrow no more 
 
Yeah there will be (sorrow) 
Yeah there will be (sorrow) 
And there will be sorrow no more