from Worn to the Weft

Oh Lord don’t let it be over now
Oh Lord don’t let it be me
I’m sick but I’ve tried to keep you alive
To make up for a lifetime of grief

No it don’t matter much what you’ve come for
And it don’t matter when you might leave
Through thickness and thin, through glory and sin
Through the hearts of the minds that you reach

“The light!” cries the man in the valley
“The dirt!” cries the man underneath
The earth is the pen that we’re all living in
And heaven is just some other street

Oh Lord don’t let it be over
Oh Lord don’t let it be me
I’m sick but I’ve tried to keep you alive