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In the evenin' when you're all alone,
And you're layin' on your couch at home.
Maybe it's-a one of those days
when everything is wrong,
'Cause you feel like all your friends are gone.
You're friends are gone.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Let me hear you sing, let your voices ring
throughout cities of men's hearts.
In the twilight
when your mind is old,
And there's no one
left for you to hold.
Maybe's it's-a one of those days
when the North wind's cold,
And the dark clouds
have covered up the gold.
The sunshine is gone.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Let me hear you sing,
let your voices ring throughout
cities of men's hearts
And you're layin' on your couch at home.
Maybe it's-a one of those days
when everything is wrong,
'Cause you feel like all your friends are gone.
You're friends are gone.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Let me hear you sing, let your voices ring
throughout cities of men's hearts.
In the twilight
when your mind is old,
And there's no one
left for you to hold.
Maybe's it's-a one of those days
when the North wind's cold,
And the dark clouds
have covered up the gold.
The sunshine is gone.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Intone my servant,
the verses of your Lord.
Let me hear you sing,
let your voices ring throughout
cities of men's hearts
Lyrics submitted by open_veins
Track duration: 03:04
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Beautiful song.