My head is hanging heavy with the thoughts of him in mind. 'Tis sacrilege for us to take advantage of the blind. So, tell before you come to me from out of yonder skies.
My head is hanging heavy with the thoughts of him in mind. 'Tis sacrilege for us to take advantage of the blind. So, tell before you come to me from out of yonder skies.
My head is hanging heavy with the thoughts of him in mind. 'Tis sacrilege for us to take advantage of the blind. So, tell before you come to me from out of yonder skies.