Blessed Are They That Mourn
Mormon Tabernacle Choir Lyrics

At this withered age I've already learned
In my advanced years, I have gained wisdom and understanding

to read the signs of my weary heart,
to discern the feelings of my tired and burdened soul

of my monotonous, depressed and hurt
of my mundane, sorrowful, and wounded existence

soul that weeps silently and longs to part
a soul that sheds tears in solitude and desires to be released

from this rotting world that has nothing to give
from this decaying world that offers nothing

and verily has never had apart from
and truly has never possessed anything except

taunting and unwilligness to live
mockery and a reluctance to live

inside a cage crying for freedom.
confined within a prison yearning for liberation

And I went to the forest to wander among the trees,
I ventured into the woods to seek solace and meander amidst the trees

silently watching their endless shapes
quietly observing their infinite forms

but the daylight was waning with a chilling breeze
but the daylight was fading accompanied by a cold wind

and the dusk offered no cure for my pains
and the twilight failed to alleviate my sufferings

and thus I settled to return home
therefore, I decided to go back to my abode

and set my slow drift beneath the trees
and find my slow rhythm under the shelter of the trees

where the autumn wind shivered my old bones
where the fall breeze trembled my aged body

and blew leaves of fall off from the canopies
and carried away autumn leaves from the treetops

Inside my chamber I enkindled the blazes
Within my room, I ignited the flames

of candles that lighten'd my small library
of candles that illuminated my modest collection of books

and once again perused the wisdom of ages
and once again examined the wisdom accumulated through time

from writings enscribed in the book of the prophesies
from inscriptions found in the book of prophecies

but alas! they only did worsen my nostalgia
but unfortunately, they only intensified my longing

by announcing the waiting for return of white Lord
by proclaiming the anticipation of the white Lord's arrival

and I felt the teardrops running down my pale cheeks, and yea,
and tears streamed down my pallid countenance, indeed

I could stand no more, but run out through door
I could bear it no longer and dashed out through the door

into darkness of night
into the obscurity of the night

with heart sore
with a heart filled with anguish

Bewilderment and agony raged in my heart as I
Confusion and torment overwhelmed my heart as I

ran through the gates of my yard with only thought
sprinted through the entrance of my property with one single thought

to reach to that place that had during the summer been my
to reach that location which had been my haven in the summer

only place of rest by the seashore where I had sought
sole sanctuary on the coast where I had sought

relief from this yearning and rest from my languor so unsettling
relief from this longing and respite from my deeply disturbing weariness

but now a storm had arisen and sky was cloudburst
however, now a tempest had emerged and the sky unleashed heavy rain

and thunderbolts struck through the night that was flaring
and lightning bolts pierced through the illuminated night

with the might of the storm but forthwith darkening worse
possessing the power of the tempest yet swiftly growing darker

And I climbed to the top of a cliff by the sea's bank
I ascended to the peak of a cliff at the edge of the ocean

and fell to my knees, praying that my life had been curtal
and knelt down, beseeching that my life had come to an end

and desperately crying towards black skies I threw my hands
and in desperation, I raised my hands and wept towards the obsidian skies

and bitterly cursed all that is mortal
and bitterly denounced everything that is subject to mortality