^Am9The old gates are always locked By the d^D7aughter of the keys ^Am9Sad eyes are fixed on the world ^D7From the balcony While the ^Csix o'clock pro^D/Bcession Take their p^D7/Arayer books to the^Esus4 hall It's ^Amsad to see them s^Dhed a tear In^Cside the convent ^Am7walls

^Am9Red mountains around them ^D7Keep out those who'd come ^Am9But only birds and wild deer ^D7Share the lives of nuns For l^Cadies who in k^D/Bindness Burn the k^D7/Anowledge they have^Esus4 found Their k^Amnowledge lies in^Dside a hole B^Curied in the gr^Amound

^Am7For the Sisters of the ^D9Cross ^Am7Seek the shadows that t^D9hey have lost ^GIn the walls where t^Cheir lives ^GAre protected by ^CGod ^A7But the feeling of ^D9love ^A7Is somehwere in your ^D9bones ^CYour body is wasted When it s^Esus4hould have been owned

^Am9The Mother of the mission bells ^D7Has lived here all her life ^Am9She never felt the hands of man ^D7Touch her in the night And the can^Copies that c^D/Bover her So c^D7/Aold and so a^Esus4fraid T^Amhinking holy mo^Dthers die Like sp^Cinsters in the g^Drave

^Am9To be single in the chapel Praying^D7 knelt down on your knees ^Am9Where the corridors are echoing ^D7Their proud solemnity And the c^Candle light a^D/Bgainst the glass Plays s^D7/Ahadow chasing ^Esus4tricks As the y^Amoung girls fall, their e^Dyes in tears Bes^Cide the cruci^Amfix