Along a crowded city street
Trying to stay out from under people's feet
And when he tries to catch my eye I shudder then I sigh
There but for the grace of God go I
To never know a motherland
Under the hammer of an angry man
We're not so different though we try And in the by and bye
There but for the grace of God go I
So many blessings we leave uncounted
If we only knew to what they amounted
Waiting for the phone to ring
A knock on the door could only mean one thing
If Mom and Dad were you and me How grateful could we be?
There but for the grace of God go we