In Your Mercy - Malcolm Holcombe

they bring me food and water

in this room is all i know

but my thirsty spirit keeps me

in your mercy where i go

i use to do what made me happy

now my weary hands are tied

to a struggle to remember

where i am and why i cry

all my diamonds have been stolen

all my clothes are very few

my poor daughter she comes to hold me

singin' hymns forever true

singin' hymns forever true

my home and all i worked for

has been sold and surely gone

only strangers come to see me

and they never stay too long

my poor dead husband was a kind man

workin' numbers was his game

i got lost in separation

but he took me back again

turnaround 2x

time has many troubles

but many years will tell the truth

in the mem’ries of all who suffered

abandoned and confused.

c.

2011 gypsyeyes music, bmi

malcolm holcombe