Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath. As we stand by the mystical stream. In the valley and by the dark river of death. And yet 'tis no more than a dream.
The darkest hour is just before dawn. The narrow way leads home. Lay down your soul at Jesus' feet. The darkest hour is just before dawn. . The sun is slowly sinking.
I heard about a man one day who wasted not his time away. He prayed to God every morning noon and night. He cared not for the things of man he trusted one who would not fail.
Does your conscience ever bother you. When somebody calls my name. Tries to think of all that I've gone through. And hang your head in shame. . Someone came along and took my place.
Don't keep me hangin' on. Let me go, let me go, let me go. If your love is through, if your love is gone. Gon't keep me hangin' on. . I'm a big fool to love you.
I once had a friend named Joe the biggest lumberjack in all of Idaho. He worked like a dog from day to day he drew ten cents an hour for his pay. Come Saturday evenin' he'd have him a ball gonna ride him a log over Idaho Falls.
Don't be angry with me darling if I fail to understand. All your little whims and wishes all the time. Just remember that I'm dumb, I guess, like any foolish man.
Does Jesus care when my heart is pained. Too deeply for mirth or song. As the burdens press and the cares distress. And the way grows weary and long?.
Now he couldn't move a mountain. Or pull down a big oak tree. But my daddy became a mighty big man. With a simple philosophy. . Do what you do do well boy.
Dawn...the cruel night is gone. I've cried the whole night long. Because you're gone. Dawn...the darkness disappears. And daylight dries my tears. I welcome dawn.
As I went down in the river to pray. Studying about that good old way. And who shall wear the starry crown. Good Lord, show me the way !. . O sisters let's go down,.
I wasn't made for this. You tell yourself. As you button up your coat. Head down to the harbor. And standing on the dock. You're drunk on the stars and the sea air.
I remember drinking at the dam. With the jarheads on the other side. Warm beer and tearing up the cans. And all of us yelling abuse. Cutting school to go drinking at the dam.
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife. Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife. For the first time in your life. Wear your blouse undone to hear. And your skirt split up to here.
The curtain slaps in the wind. A human sound of fleshy flesh. Little fists pummel absently. To birth the spirit in the room. . The wind it seems to lick.
And so I dance in dirty pants. A drink in my hand. No shirt and broken tooth. Barefoot and beaming. . The crowd is stomping. Stomping a song. For me to dance to.
There are some terrible gossips in this town. There are some terrible gossips in this town. With jaws like vices. And eyes like drains. . There are some little weasels in this town.
Don't pick me up just to knock me down. Don't leave my heart lying on the ground. Don't need a love that slips around. Don't pick me up just to knock me down.
Take me to a place,. Where love is all I feel when I see your face.. All I need to do is close my eyes and open my heart,. And let you move.. . [Chorus].