Song | Jesus Wept |
Artist | Mavis Staples |
Album | One True Vine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
My throat quits when I try to say | |
How I long for the day | |
How I wish there was a way | |
I could see you again | |
I wither next to my thorns | |
I thread my tongue through the horn | |
Arm in arm we are born | |
Arm in arm to the end | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don’t want to | |
My heart lifts when I sing | |
The joy I can bring | |
Doesn’t mean a thing | |
I want to see you again | |
I wither next to my thorns | |
I thread my tongue through the horn | |
Arm in arm in arm we are born | |
Arm in arm to the end | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don’t want to | |
My throat quits when I try to say | |
How I long for the day | |
How I wish there was a way | |
To see you again | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don’t want to | |
But I don’t want to | |
Oh I don’t want to |
My throat quits when I try to say | |
How I long for the day | |
How I wish there was a way | |
I could see you again | |
I wither next to my thorns | |
I thread my tongue through the horn | |
Arm in arm we are born | |
Arm in arm to the end | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don' t want to | |
My heart lifts when I sing | |
The joy I can bring | |
Doesn' t mean a thing | |
I want to see you again | |
I wither next to my thorns | |
I thread my tongue through the horn | |
Arm in arm in arm we are born | |
Arm in arm to the end | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don' t want to | |
My throat quits when I try to say | |
How I long for the day | |
How I wish there was a way | |
To see you again | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don' t want to | |
But I don' t want to | |
Oh I don' t want to |
My throat quits when I try to say | |
How I long for the day | |
How I wish there was a way | |
I could see you again | |
I wither next to my thorns | |
I thread my tongue through the horn | |
Arm in arm we are born | |
Arm in arm to the end | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don' t want to | |
My heart lifts when I sing | |
The joy I can bring | |
Doesn' t mean a thing | |
I want to see you again | |
I wither next to my thorns | |
I thread my tongue through the horn | |
Arm in arm in arm we are born | |
Arm in arm to the end | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don' t want to | |
My throat quits when I try to say | |
How I long for the day | |
How I wish there was a way | |
To see you again | |
Side streets I have worn | |
Through late summer storms | |
I should have told you | |
I could live without you | |
But I don' t want to | |
But I don' t want to | |
Oh I don' t want to |