Elizabeth is sleeping now
I wonder what goes through her mind
She looks just like her mother when she was this age
Her picture hangs over her bed

And over her head tragedy waits
Over her head it’s waiting to fall
Waiting to fall

I never see her cry 

(When peace like a river flows)
I never hear her asking God why

(When sorrows like sea billows roll)
Despite all the darkness she must feel 

(Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say)
She never casts a shadow of doubt 

(It is well with my soul)

But over her head tragedy waits
Over her head it’s waiting to fall
Waiting to fall

And I fear the sound of the echoing ring
Of that phone call
She loses her grip, collapses
And the picture will fall

Over her head tragedy waits
Over her head it’s waiting to fall
Waiting to fall