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Mary’s Child - text

We came to clear the land
To save the child, convert the man
But all we could do was watch them die
It seemed 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 St. Marie I saw her
She was twenty-three
I thought that we would help to ease her pain
“My mother and father've 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 beneath a Christian name
And the boy was taken back to Chartres
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
Was just another sad perversion
I wonder what became of Mary’s child

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