Rest My Weary Body

If the girl I love had the strength of an army
and the babies that she gave me always fed
if the world was not a knife and suffering not life
I'd still rest my weary body on her bed

If I looked to every animate horizon
while shaking sleep and dreaming from my head
and if I heard bluebirds sing the promise of most anything
I'd still rest my weary body on her bed

If my native land were not so strange and foreign
if I understood, well anything, that anybody said
if my hands could feel to grip for the driftwood from this sinking ship
I'd still rest my weary body on her bed

If the sea can take the city of New Orleans
if the earth, and mud, and tide can claim the dying and the dead
then there must be some way clear, a place where I could disappear
till I rest my weary body on her bed


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