| 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 |