Something will come

Child,
Wring not thy hands before my tearful eyes,
Though table be barren and we unseen
By those who's parlors are full of laughter
And light, reveling in hilltop manor;

Something will come,
Our Lord hath proclaimed it,
Something will come;

Husband,
Raise not thy fist in angry defiance,
Though need hath sacrificed thy dignity,
Though lords and ladies behold piously
Our plight: idle fancy, cause celebré;

Something will come,
We only need name it,
Something will come;

Father,
Shine Thy mercy upon humble daughter;
As my faith in Thee never hath faltered,
Let not my words prove false to those I love,
That they might see that which Thou hath promised;

Let something come,
That we may acclaim it,
Let something come