I will wipe my brothers tears with the sleeve of my jacket
And we will beat the nighttime bloody with this song
Joys strong mallet
And the weight wont be weighty
Will never be overbearing
When the burden is love
It is the only weight that ever was worth carrying
I will hold my sister even though my arms are shaking
We’ll demand that she be given back what has been taken
When your gone in love there is no risk there is no prize
Just a table maybe a warm heart maybe a trusting pair of eyes
I will sing my mother hymns of old when she is passing
For every heartache I have caused
Oh my mother I am sorry
But when you sang it broke my heart
I fell in love with your trying
And I want you to know that there is nothing you have done that has been wasted
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