| When I close my eyes, so I would not see,
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| My Lord did trouble me.
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| When I let things stand that should not be,
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| My Lord did trouble me.
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| Did trouble me,
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| With a word or a sign,
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| With a ring of a bell in the back of my mind.
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| Did trouble me,
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| Did stir my soul,
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| For to make me human, to make me whole.
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| When I slept too long and I slept too deep,
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| Put a worrisome vision into my sleep.
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| When I held myself away and apart,
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| And the tears of my brother didn’t move my heart.
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| Did trouble me,
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| With a word and a sign,
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| With a ringing of a bell in the back of my mind.
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| Did trouble me,
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| Did stir my soul
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| For to make me human, to make me whole.
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| And of this I’m sure, of this I know:
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| My Lord will trouble me.
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| Whatever I do, wherever I go,
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| My Lord will trouble me.
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| In the whisper of the wind, in the rhythm of a song
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| My Lord will trouble me.
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| To keep me on the path where I belong,
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| My Lord will trouble me.
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| Will trouble me,
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| With a word or a sign,
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| With the ringing of a bell in the back of my mind.
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| Will trouble me,
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| Will stir my soul,
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| For to make me human, to make me whole.
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| To make me human, to make me whole. |