Be comforted ... be comforted ...
Be comforted, my dear....
Never a heart too dead
For Kwan-yin to hear.
A pony with a ragged skin
Falls beneath a load;
Kwan-yin—Kwan-yin
Runs down the road.
A comforter ... a comforter ...
A comforter shall come....
Be comforted ... be comforted ...
Be comforted, my dear....
Never a heart too dead
For Kwan-yin to hear.
A pony with a ragged skin
Falls beneath a load;
Kwan-yin—Kwan-yin
Runs down the road.
A comforter ... a comforter ...
A comforter shall come....