I have to get, on my knees
And shout these words, into the trees.
Please keep, my true love from pain
And let her be, is my refrain.
Oh mighty God, who can be just,
Please help, before I turn to dust.
I have to get, on my knees
And shout these words, into the trees.
Please keep, my true love from pain
And let her be, is my refrain.
Oh mighty God, who can be just,
Please help, before I turn to dust.