‘Mary’s Child’ (Nathan Rogers)

We came to clear the land.
To save the child, convert the man
But all we could do was watch them die.
It seems that every soul we saved was destined for an early grave
And the brothers barely stopped to question why.

When we boarded a ship from France it seemed like we'd have a
chance to do God's work out in the cold and wild.
But every deathbed conversion was just another sad perversion.
I wonder what became of Mary's child

In the village of Ste Marie I saw her.
She was twenty-three.
I thought that we would help to ease her pain.
"My mother and father died. My husband's dead.
They're gone." She cried.
"My unborn child and I remain."

When we boarded a ship from France it seemed like we'd have a
chance to do God's work out in the cold and wild.
But every deathbed conversion was just another sad perversion.
I wonder what became of Mary's child

She gave her new son life but it was something she could not survive.
We buried her beneath a Christian name and the boy was taken back to
Chartres.
Forever he would live apart.
I know nothing of the man that he became.

When we boarded a ship from France it seemed like we'd have a
chance to do God's work out in the cold and wild.
But every deathbed conversion was just another sad perversion.
I wonder what became of Mary's child

Every deathbed conversion...

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I don’t have the lyrics for ‘The Jewel of Paris’, sorry.