His deeds were never published for the public Things he did were never done for show
His name was never printed in the paper Until about two days ago
He only filed a short form for his taxes No one asked him how he felt about the war
He always had a good word for his neighbor Now his good words won't be heard anymore
And through the rain I heard the choir singing
And through the rain I heard the choir singing
Near my God to thee
And through the mist I saw some children crying And I felt near my God to thee
His table was never full of plenty His silverware was never the real thing
But the tears on the faces of his family Were just as real as if he'd been a king
The preacher said he'd always been a good man But preachers always throw that phrase around
But the tears I tasted gave his word new meaning
Watching old Prince putting daddy in the ground
And through the rain I heard the choir singing
Near my God to thee
And through the mist I saw some children crying
And I felt near my God to thee
He only filed a short form for his taxes No one asked him how he felt about the war