I can't remember (Remember)

Each time it slipped right through my fingers

The eyes and faces of my brothers (My brothers)

They never made it back home to their mothers

And all I remember (Remember)

Of 1943 December

Is Sullivan and I behind the line

We gather the flock to hold a mass with the father

And the smoke lead the way back to death and flames

My disbelief in what laid before me

Bombed out with no warning, no hope

No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me

No hands to hold, no hands to pray

No hands to hold, no hands to pray

No hands to hold, no hands to pray

No hands to hold

And I remember

The prayers my mother's mother taught her

And though I'm no believer

I'd be dead with my fellow men if not for the preacher

No hands to pray

If I should die before, before I wake

I pray the lord for my soul, my soul to take

No hands to hold, no hands to pray

No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me

No hands to fold, no hands to pray

No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me

No hands to fold, no hands to pray

No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me