For Mercy Lyrics

Violet Hour For Mercy

Wrapped in her raincoat
 She crosses herself as she walks from the church
 Head bent in sorrow
 Her life feels so empty she's nowhere to turn
 She can't tell her husband
 He won't understand
 Why his blood is thinner
 Nor thicker than sand
 Oh Mercy, whatever will become of me

 Fourteen days later
 Still nobody knows but it's starting to show
 Sleep in the armchair
 Old Harold gets fatter and ceases to care
 She said on that day
 That till death do us part
 But now she has someone
 Who's close to her heart
 Oh Mercy, whatever will become of me

 Fighting her conscience
 Her suitcase is packed and she's ready to leave
 Still feeling unsure
 The statue of Mary now points to the door
 Skipping and smiling
 She catches her plane
 The child she had longed for
 A new home and name
 Oh Harold, whatever will become of you