His deeds were never published for the public The 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 Nearer my God to Thee Through the mist I saw some children crying and I felt nearer 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 were a king
The preacher said he'd always been a good man But preachers love to throw that phrase around But the tears I tasted gave his words new meaning Watching old friends puttin' daddy in the ground
And through the rain I heard... Nearer my God to Thee
