Weary With Toil Lyrics - Singles - Buckshot Lefonque

'Tis love which makes the elephant forget 

'Tis love which makes the elephant forget 

Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose 

Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find 

My mind at journey's end resumes command 

To cast unshadowed doubt (one might suppose) 

Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkown 

Varied states of enduring discontent 

Lead my mind and soul to mortal clatter 

Lo thus, my heart ascends the royal throne 

And like the thief woh borrows not, but takes 

The lover who invokes a jealous rage 

With vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone 

Creates a trembling air, which ultimately quakes 

Forgive me not for harboring roguish ways 

Not for crude language from a brutal tongue 

'tis love which makes the elephant forget 

So guilty am I, myself, love shan't acquit