Let me heal, oh let me heal,

Though the scar remains raw within,

Never blotting out the sin.

Cover me, oh cover me

Let me heal within.

A mothers’ love was never known,

Like a rose, left upon a stone,

The company, never cared

From riches to rags,

Laid I bare.

I wore my dads’ shaven beard,

Which sheilded me from wanton men,

And kept me warm though he was dead,

Yet I lived these thirthy years,

No joy of family ever felt.

Still await my heart to quiver,

For joy that sings like a river.