Seven small voices hushed by his grief
One small woman to light the way
A war so heinous
Its crimes changed the world

A time of opulence for some
A time of poverty for most
The maniacal ravings of a leader
Brought the world nearly to its knees

One small woman
Tempestuous and head strong carried an angel’s voice
Led the way for family and country
Through lyric, timing and love

A nun was not what she would be
Just as the sisters all suspected
One small woman such as she
Called to lend the world her light and charity

It was not long before he saw
Through the fog of grief and war
Stole his family through the night
Away from war into the hills

They ran and ran and sang and sang
Hidden by mountains high and snow so deep
They lost the little one it is so
Fleeing from their native land of Austria

Their story’s been told around the globe
Of one small woman with her heart and soul
Saved a family from all harm
To live again in a foreign land

Her songs live on this very day
Her voice still moves this old woman’s heart
The first book read at morning’s light
The last book held each and every night