[GRACE, spoken]
It's nearly a year, Stephen, since we had a letter from our son. We do not know him now. He has been in the mines. 

[STEPHEN, spoken]
We must not cease to believe in him. We must love him and not doubt him. 
(sung)
How many miles to the heart of a child?
Thousands of miles, thousands of miles
When he lay on your breast
He looked up and smiled
Across tens of thousands, thousands of miles

Each lives alone in a world of dark
Crossing the skies in a lonely arc
Save when love leaps out like a leaping spark
Over thousands, thousands of miles

Not miles or walls or length of days
Nor the cold doubt of midnight can hold us apart
For swifter than wings of the morning
The pathways of the heart

How many miles to the heart of a son?
Thousands of miles, thousands of miles
Farther off than the rails or the roadways run
Across tens of thousands, thousands of miles
The waters and the waves reach far and thin
To the streets and days that close him in
But there as of old he turns 'round to grin
Over thousands, thousands of miles

Not miles or walls or length of days
Nor the cold doubt of midnight can hold us apart
For swifter than wings of the morning
The pathways of the heart
Over tens of thousands of miles