"Keep On Walking, Mr. Fry" lyrics

"St. Bernadine's Hospice."
"Can I speak to Queenie Hennessy, please?"

I'm sorry sir, but sadly you can't talk to her today
Are you that man who's traveling from so very far away?
She has no friends or family, she has no next of kin
These cases tend to end quite quickly after they begin

"I say... I'm too late. Well, thank you."

So imagine our surprise to see the light shine in her eyes
Every time she sees one of your postcards has arrived
So although it sounds ridiculous, it's really quite miraculous
I think you might be helping her survive

So keep on walking, Mr. Fry
For there's a magic in your stride
I don't know how, I don't know why
But sometimes if you try
Even when you're falling you can fly
So keep on walking, Mr. Fry

I must admit we felt as if you hadn't understood
The weight of Queenie's situation like we thought you should
I didn't see how walking could save a mortal soul
But I've learnt over the years what's in and out of our control

So imagine our delight to see her carry on and fight
She's a candle in the window and your faith keeps her alight
So although it may be lost on us and frankly sounds preposterous
I think you might be keeping her alive

"Queenie, she's waiting. Queenie's still waiting."

So keep on walking, Mr. Fry
For you've a power at your side
I don't know how, I don't know why
But sometimes if you try
Even when you're falling you can fly
So keep on walking, Mr. Fry

For she waits for you like the summer waits for rain
With hope renewed, with the patience of a saint
And she'll wait for you for as long as she sustains
I hope now you can understand why
You must keep on walking, Mr. Fry