My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land Yes my love is my rock in the long low weary land
None of this moves me I should be weeping but it only hurts when I yawn I let it blow through me and it's gone I'm dressed like a scarecrow stripped of all my power as if some judge in judgement said "Off with his greatcoat and his head !"
My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land
Meaningless movies on the screen behind the band that's blowing, throwing shapes Half of the music is on tape My mentor and champion is busy tilting at the windmills of his stately home The demon he's grappling is his own
My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land
His letter lies open His accusations flow like poison from his every word My heart would be broken but for Her The fag-end of winter I'm in shock, I'm on the ropes, I don't know what's to come She plucks the splinter from my thumb
My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land My love is my rock in the long low weary land Yes my love is my rock in the long low weary land In the weary land...