| In a little country village
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| I met a man and he was blind
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| As I helped him cross the high- way
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| Oh! |
| Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine
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| I can see the light of day
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| I need not feel my way
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| Yes, thy burdens are greater than mine
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| Met a lad while on my travels
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| Tryin' hard to play the game
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| Though his leg was very crippled
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| And he could not speak his name
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| Yet, he smiled in understandin'
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| Though life to him had been unkind
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| And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
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| Oh! |
| Lord his burdens are greater than mine
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| I can speak my name aloud
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| Make my way among the crowd
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| Yes, his burdens are greater than mine
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| Just by chance I passed a graveyard
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| I saw a young man kneelin' there
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| In his hand, there were some roses
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| On his lips, there was a prayer
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| On a stone, these words were written
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| 'Your soul is God’s, your mem’ry mine'
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| And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
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| Oh! |
| Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine |