[female
vocals] (
Slow
palm-wine
guitar
riff)
Eii,
Sister
Pat,
why
so
soon?
Chale,
the
pain
is
too
much
to
bear.
The
sun
rose
today
but
it
feels
so
cold
A
story
of
sorrow
that’
s
yet
to
be
told
Patricia,
my
sister,
why
did
you
go?
Leaving
us
here
in
this
valley
of
woe
The
flowers
are
wilting,
the
garden
is
dry
We
look
to
the
heavens
and
we
start
to
cry
Your
children
are
calling,
they’
re
searching
for
you
Oh,
tell
me
my
sister,
what
are
we
to
do?
Why
so
soon,
Sister
Pat,
why
so
soon?
In
the
middle
of
the
day,
you
brought
us
the
gloom
Joyce
is
in
tears,
she
can’
t
find
her
way
Wishing
you
were
here
to
brighten
the
day
Getty
is
weeping,
and
Harrison
too
Oh,
Sister
Patricia,
we’
re
lost
without
you.
Grandma
and
Joyce
is
holding
a
rose
in
their
hand
Searching
for
you
all
over
the
land
She
says
that
your
spirit
will
never
depart
But
there’
s
such
a
heavy
weight
on
her
heart
If
love
could
have
saved
you,
you’
d
be
here
today
If
tears
could
have
built
a
road,
we’
d
find
a
way
To
bring
you
back
home
where
you
belong
But
now
all
that’
s
left
is
this
sorrowful
song.
Why
so
soon,
Sister
Pat,
why
so
soon?
In
the
middle
of
the
day,
you
brought
us
the
gloom
Joyce
is
in
tears,
she
can’
t
find
her
way
Wishing
you
were
here
to
brighten
the
day
Getty
is
weeping,
and
Harrison
too
Oh,
Sister
Patricia,
we’
re
lost
without
you.
Chale,
it’
s
hard
to
breathe
when
the
silence
speaks
Running
down
our
faces
are
the
tears
on
our
cheeks
Wonim?
We
wish
we
could
turn
back
the
hands
of
time
To
hear
your
voice
once
more,
to
make
everything
fine
But
life
is
a
journey,
and
you
took
the
lead
Leaving
us
here
with
the
hearts
that
bleed.
Getty
and
Harrison,
they’
re
holding
on
tight
Waiting
for
you
to
come
home
in
the
night
But
the
stars
don’
t
shine
like
they
did
before
Since
you
walked
away
through
that
final
door
We’
ll
keep
your
memory
deep
in
our
soul
Even
though
our
lives
don’
t
feel
quite
whole
Rest
now,
Patricia,
in
the
Father’
s
grace
Until
we
meet
again
in
that
holy
place.
Why
so
soon,
Sister
Pat,
why
so
soon?
In
the
middle
of
the
day,
you
brought
us
the
gloom
Joyce
is
in
tears,
she
can’
t
find
her
way
Wishing
you
were
here
to
brighten
the
day
Getty
is
weeping,
and
Harrison
too
Oh,
Sister
Patricia,
we’
re
lost
without
you.
Eii,
Sister
Pat…
We
miss
you
so
much,
chale.
Grandma
Joyce
loves
you,
Getty
loves
you,
Harrison
loves
you.
Sleep
well,
sleep
well…
Oyiwa,
until
we
meet
again.