Return
Bring
me home, take me back Call me to those garden places Upon a dirty potato sack I want to lie and watch familiar faces. |
Ask
me when, ask me why Tell me all the paths to home Lift my burden, let me die Let me rest before your dome. |
Fetch
me greens, bring me flowers Lift me up from my beaten road Let me surrender to your powers Set me free from my celestial load. |
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