Beyond the Call

Now our church bells have stopped ringing
And the skies 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
(No, oh-oh-oh)
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