Has the world gone and shamed you?
Have your sheep gone astray?
Is there something I can do, Lord,
To dry your tears away?

For as time goes on, it gets more dreary.
It's already five 'til eleven.
I look outside and, still I see,
Tears are falling from Heaven.

Does it help to say, "I love you?"
Will that bring back your smile?
Will it stop the tears from falling,
If even for a while?

Still sitting by my window
At half past seven,
I'll be sad, too, Lord.
For, tears are falling from Heaven.