There Was Nothing We Could Do

We all loved our fair tender maiden
From her eyes, the light of Heaven shone through
She fell sick one cold winter morning
And there was nothing we could do

She lay on her death bed so bravely
Her face, all tired and worn
We knew in our hearts she was leaving
God had called her to His heavenly home

As she lay on the bed, she was smiling
At the people, all gathered around
It was her only way of saying goodbye
And tomorrow she'd lay 'neath the ground

The fragrance of the flowers from her grave
Rose to heaven where she had gone to
Mortal pain showed on all our faces
But there was nothing we could do

Then the preacher began to console us
His words rang out clear and true
He said, "God called her, that's the reason"
That there was nothing we could do