She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no changed
She thinks of when the boy was young
All the battles she had won
But now we meet to take him flowers
For what's the use in pressing pamls
When children fade in mother's arms
And what we have to learn we rarely choose
So if it's God who took her son
He cannot be the one living in her mind
Take care my love, she said
Don't think that God is dead
Take care my love, she said
If I was weak, forgive me
You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love
The kind that makes devils cry
But she just sits and counts the hours
So what's the use of pressing palms
If you won't keep such love from harm
And heaven helps the ones who wait for you
Well I've no daughters, I've no sons
Take care my love, he said
Don't think that God is dead
Take care my love, he said