The cry of the poor should bring grief to the people,
yet balm is not found, there is mourning instead.
The harvest is past and the summer is ended,
the winter is coming, dread raises its head.
Verses 2-3 follow
Metre: 12 11 12 11
Tune: STREETS OF LAREDO
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 28/8/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk.
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