Is anything as lovely to me
As the truth in love
I'll take it over freedom any day
It brings me ever an this time to my knees
An on my knees I run awayYes I know your sticks an stones they
They will easily break these bones an
An all my words come back to haunt meI will put my strength into
The things left standing
I am hoarse with wild eyes
No debts outstandingMy hands are yours my brother
You can take my coat as well
My eyes are yours sister
An my heart, an my heart
In which He dwellsHeard the voice of my master callin' me
From deep in the hollow
Said that I must follow Him there yeahIs any place darker for me
With all them wolves about
Well it's a poor mouth that I wearMy hands are yours my brother
You can take my coat as well
My eyes are yours sister
An my heart, an my heart
In which He dwells
In which He dwellsLivin' me from hand to poor mouth
You an me an our Secret South
Oh LordI said livin' me from hand to poor mouth
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DAVID EDWARDS, JEAN-YVES TOLAPublished by
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