The Giver - Black Country Communion

Holy mother, Lord and maker

I am just a soldier of the free

You know I was once a taker

Lonely tired and sick, I could not see

Captured with the evidence

The seasons come and go

A prisoner in his residence

I’m haunted, don’t you know?

Don’t you know?

I live and die, I take the pressure

I wear a coat of armor you can’t see

And now I feel the final measure

Slow but quickly, this was meant to be

Captured with the evidence

The seasons come and go

A prisoner in his residence

I’m haunted, don’t you know?

Shake out the fear

Until I fall

And I will hear

Here come the Giver

You will be free

Just like the river

That leads to the sea

As I look down from the tower

I see the fields of hope that wait for me

Bring the dawn upon the hour

Ascending to the sky for you to see

Captured with the evidence

The seasons come and go

A prisoner in his residence

I’m haunted, don’t you know?

Shake out the fear

Until I fall

And I will hear

Here come the Giver

You will be free

Just like the river

That leads to the sea

My flesh and blood

I let my conscience suffer me

And it broke my will somehow

It shook me down, I’m on my knees

But I won’t be took to the bow

I let my conscience suffer me

And it broke my will somehow

It shook me down, I’m on my knees

But I won’t be took to the bow

Here come the Giver

You will be free

Here come the Giver

You will be free