Lyrics:
Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
Lay down your weary
awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh
And maybe I can try
Lookin' for the evenin'
And the mornin' in your
awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh
And maybe I can try
Lookin' for the evenin'
And the mornin' in your
Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum
Struck by
mind
I am the soldier in the airport
Facing giants one more time
I am the woman shamed and haunted
By the cry of unborn life
I am every broken man
Home, come on home
Ye who are weary come home
Softly and tenderly calling
Home, come on home
Sometimes when I'm feeling lonesome
And no one
You're a friend when I am lonely
You're my hope when I am weary
You are my comfort in the evening
I can depend on
I can depend on you
I'll never be
We find our weary
Colors the same
We find our weary
Colors the same
Drowning by something I know
Something I wish to know
We find our weary
the seal, and I cannot be evicted from the night
My heart is only open
Days go by, like mirrors whisper things we should have done
Close your eyes, two
HOOK1
Never fear it embrace His word you hear it
That thing you feel is Ruach you should want to get near it (you see)
Don't get weary your
something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away
So I take to the streets like
the powers that pass ye by
Take the knee before the one
Who watches over ye and them
Take the knee ye weary souls
Until righteousness shall roll
For history
And you ask me why I'm crying
And I say, and I say
That I live for the want of dying
Day by day, day by day
I get so weary
Of everything
So that
the evening
Best believe they coming for my dogs in the morning
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn me? Getting
die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
of desperately
Farther on the wayward pilgrim
Rest by life's fair flowing stream
Farther On Farther On
All the shadows will be gone
Falter not oh weary brother
Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Watch the towns go drifting by
Can't you hear the rails a-singin'?
That's the hobo's lullaby
Don't you worry about
pine
Silken sky caress my weary I's
Breath upon breath, I'll be fine
Caress my weary I's
In a fog of our milky ways
The stars, they pass us by
Perfectly
EVEN WHEN
Written by Mikala Harris | Corley Brothers Publishing/BMI
V 1:
Would you write my story piece by piece
Replacing my doubt with victory
A weary soldier
Fighting misery
So there he was
Tortured by love
Tortured by hate and
All thee above
Pushing on
Like mama told him to
I don't know what you
awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh
And maybe I can try
Lookin' for the evenin'
And the mornin' in your
to stay, and waiting by the tree
Peace on earth and in our hearts
That love ring out ring near and far
Oh lift the weary and the weak
Keep you near
on that cross
So we will not grow weary or lose heart
We will run
We will run
By faith a woman hung a scarlet cord
By faith an army won without a sword
By
buried hatchets
Just bones on the table, burn holes in the seat
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I've been down with dogs, I've been low with toads
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