| You’ve been working so hard all day won’t you take your rest
|
| You 've been driving my blues away
|
| Now it is my turn
|
| Come fly beneath my wings
|
| Sweet child it may not be for long
|
| Well I may be a drinking hard
|
| Like a fish that swims
|
| And I could be riding high
|
| Like the floating cloud
|
| And if the rain does fall
|
| Sweet child that would not let you drown
|
| Well, I would not care to see what’s within in your eyes
|
| I would not care to know
|
| Where your heart does lie
|
| I’ve tried to trust my heart
|
| But my eyes are pale on me
|
| Sweet child come to me now
|
| Let me take your hand
|
| Well I do not know you well yet I’ve tried so hard
|
| Through four and twenty years
|
| Sweet child, I still don’t understand
|
| Well, I’ve heard there are great men
|
| Who could save our souls
|
| With kind and gentle hearts
|
| And love is their goal
|
| I really want to know
|
| Sweet child, who could shoot them down
|
| And I would rather tear him down
|
| With the sin in his life
|
| Who sheds his tears upon every mortal soul
|
| And I wonder does he yearn
|
| Sweet child, forget to comfort him
|
| And I once did see a child, she did sit and cry
|
| Where has the pretty flower in the darkness gone?
|
| In the summer you shall see
|
| Sweet child, I guess it won’t be long
|
| Won’t you lay yourself down and rest
|
| Let your mind relax
|
| And won’t you cuddle into the night
|
| I will guide your path
|
| Well, I may not be here long
|
| 'Cause I got a feeling to be gone |