Little town that I was born in Early every Sunday morning We'd drive past those fields of corn That led us to Saint James Planted in those hard oak pews Your neighbors sitting next to you Said the words each of us knew As well as our own names "Our Father Who art in Heaven Holy is your name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Give us this day our bread." Then came the hardest part The one that troubled every heart Those haunting words of mystery That long have followed after me Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive each other In the long years since those days My soul and heart have often strayed But still I bow my life to pray Those sweet, familiar words But, oh, the meanings shift and dart Whenever I come to that part It stirs my soul, it stills my heart Like nothing I have heard Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive each other Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us In that Pennsylvania town That awful day, that awful sound When madness struck the young girls down A tale too often heard These strangers from another time They knew the grief, they knew the crime But somehow, somewhere they could find The strength to say these words: Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive each other Sometimes what's holy is so true It's standing right in front of you Nothing you can really do There's nothing you can say Except to humbly take your place And in every trial that we face May we somehow find the grace To live the words we pray Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive each other Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, as we forgive Forgive us, forgive