It's been a long, hard spell
Down in the deep, dry well
There's not a drop of water
And ain't it kind of funny
Has me soaking in something
that's been brewing for years
But I can feel it coming on
like the sweet smell of a stone
Wash away the tears, take away the pain
No more lonely years, look in here
man, it's lonesome and cold
I was praying for an angel
yeah, I was too weak to try
It took a hidden rock bottom
But I can feel it coming on
Like the sweet smell of the storm
Wash away my tears, take away the pain
No more loneliness, look at here
Oh, I can feel it coming home
Like the sweet smell of the storm
Wash away the tears, take away the pain
No more lonely years, look at here
Wash away the tears, take away the pain
No more worries, look at here
You, Lord, will come again
4.7
