Lyrics:
I’ve only loved three women in
All my weary life
The first one was my mother
The one who gave me life
Then God gave me a sister
I loved her more than
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise
the street.
But he knows that soon they'll come with guns a blazing.
And already he can feel a great relief.
Oh how many travlers get weary
All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest
We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best
When the sun is low upon the field
Let me be a little kinder, let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those around me
Let me praise a little more
Let me be when I am weary
Lonely river in the moonlight
Winding through my song
Weary waters keep on flowing
Lonely river roll along
Tell my love I'm broken hearted
I
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up and seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Weary toting
walk in love
I don't mind
I try to live my life
While another man try to take his life
I will never, never, never weary yet
I will never walk
I may get weary, women do get weary
Wearing the same shabby dress
But to one who's weary try a little
Try a little tenderness
Oh, I may be
ain't no fun in this town anymore my mind is weary and my heart is sore
I will admit that I've had fun before but there ain't no fun in Houston anymore
We're weary and tired, our work is all through
But we'll rest at the end of the trail
We'll stand by the fire when there's nothin' to do
When we
Weary blues from waitin'
Lord, I've been waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh, sweet ma-a-ma, please come home.
The snow falls
The everlasting God
You do not faint
You won't grow weary
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord
myself I get lonely
Watchin' the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
On somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.
All
Here we all work, on one jar or another
Why should I work while he rolls blaze?
I get tired, so tired and weary
Got to keep tolling day by day
Ol'
home, come home
Ye who are weary, come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, Oh sinners come home
Why should we tarry
When Jesus is
be.
How beautiful heaven must be
Sweet home of the happy and free;
Fair haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful heaven must be.
In heaven no
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up and seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Weary totin'
lived (God's blessed lived)
Stays the weary and wild (stays the weary and wild)
This Christmas time, keep its magic right here
Within your heart
home, come home
Ye who are weary, come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, Oh sinners come home
Why should we tarry
When Jesus is
lived (God's blessed lived)
Stays the weary and wild (stays the weary and wild)
This Christmas time, keep its magic right here
Within your heart
myself I get lonely
Watchin' the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
On somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.
All
She may be weary
Women do get weary
Wearing that same shabby dress
And when she's weary
Try a little tenderness
Ooh, she may be waiting
Just
come with guns a blazin'
And already he can feel that great relief.
Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
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