Now our church bells have stopped ringing And the sky's turned black from blue But my heart still feels like singing May I sing a song for you? May I sing a song for you? We send thanks and admiration From the corners of our land To those whose occupation Is to hold our trembling hand Is to hold our trembling hand Bless our doctors and our nurses Who stand beyond the call Without their loving mercies We would surely, surely fall We'd surely, surely fall As I sit in isolation Afraid of what's to come I feel less a separation More a sense that we're not done We surely are not done Bless our doctors and our nurses Who stand beyond the call Without your loving mercies We would surely, surely fall Bless our doctors and our nurses Who stand beyond the call Without your loving mercies We would surely, surely fall We'd surely, surely fall