Love Works

Mrs Turner lives In a third floor apartment, in the heart of the city Surrounded by highrise that block out sunlight For most of the day Yet on a small balcony she tends a garden where the flowers bloom perfectly In the gray And when people ask how she does it Old Mrs Turner will say Cause love works In the midst of all this Love works Each day I tell my flowers I love them And love works In the midst of all this Love works They hear, and they grow As even the flowers know Love works Mrs Turner keeps a lifesize portrait Of her husband William A brave young soldier who failed to return From the second world war And each night she sits and knits and talks to him As if he'd just walked through the door And when people ask why she does it Mrs Turner will say, cause I'm sure That love works In the midst of all this Love works Each day I tell by Bill I love him And love works In the midst of all this Love works He hears, I know And he's with me wherever I go Cause love works And every morning Mrs Turner Takes a short walk to the corner To say a prayer and light a candle at St Bards With a bunch of fresh cut flowers And the memories of her William She's a beautiful example to us all How love works In the midst of all this Love works Each day Somewhere a prayer is answered And love works In the midst of all this Love works God hears, and it shows In ways we may never know Love works In the midst of all this Love works God hears, and it shows In ways we may never know Love works