1 You ask me why some days are sad,
And thorns among the roses grow;
Why hearts must weep that should be glad,
The blessed Father wills it so.

Refrain:
Just like Daniel, faithful Daniel,
You must never ask the reason why to know;
Like the children, Hebrew children,
Undismayed, He wills it so.

2 You ask me why your cherished friends,
In life's sweet bloom are called to go;
Why grief instead of joy He sends,
The blessed Father wills it so. [Refrain]

3 You ask me why your faith is tried,
And clouds shut out the sun's bright glow;
Why things you ask are often denied,
The blessed Father wills it so. [Refrain]