is anything as lovely to me

as the truth in love

i'll take it over freedom any day

it brings me ever an' this time to my knees

an' on my knees i run away



yes i know your sticks and stones they

they will easily break these bones an'

an' all my words come back to haunt me

i will put my strength into

the things left standing

i am hoarse with wild eyes

no debts outstanding



my hands are yours my brother

you can take my coat as well

my eyes are yours sister

and my heart, and my heart

in which he dwells



heard the voice of my master callin' me

from deep in the hollow

said that I must follow him there yeah

is any place darker for me

with all them wolves about

well it's a poor mouth that I wear



my hands are yours my brother

you can take my coat as well

my eyes are yours sister

and my heart, and my heart

in which he dwells



livin' from hand to poor mouth

you an' me an' my secret south