Uploaded December 2008 | Updated September 2026, 7 hours ago

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5th July 2007
live at the Orange Peel, Asheville
residency
Debut and only live performance (so far?) of the song

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Lord my heart's not vain
Nor my eyes changed by season
Lord, hear my voice
A servant in your choir, I've no choice to be saved

Sing
Sing
Sing
For all you wonder

Sing
Sing
Sing
For all you squander

A mother to her child
Doesn't count the ways
A father to his child
Knows the score

The war, the stone, the child is gone
The flags, the schools, the rooms
The broken rules

You carry my name, you carry my coat
You carry my looks, you carry the map back home
To you

It's a lucky stroke, you be so cruel
A lucky stroke, it seems so cruel
It's a lucky stroke, to be so cruel

Lord, my hearts insane
I don't buy what's strange, but what's stranger
'Cause Lord my will's estranged
From the grace you gladly offer to us

Sing
Sing
Sing
For all you suffer

Sing
Sing
Sing
For all you squander

A mother to her child
Doesn't count the ways
A father to his child
Just knows

The war, the stone, this child sings for you
The rods, the songs, this child sings for you

To get back home
To get back home
To get back home