Burden's Song - Timothy Bloom

How much longer must we suffer

In these careless, perilous times

Oh my brother, good God my sisters

Bruised and broken, a false prison of the mind

Moving forward, fleeting motion

Marching onto that promise land

Take me back to the river

Where my Son was washed

Baptize me from this hell

Where those demons all dwell

How to love, how to love

Whoa, tell me how to love

For freedom, freedom, freedom

Tell me how to love

Oh, how to love, how to love

Oh, tell me how to love

'Cause we’ve been praying

For that day to come

Father if I’m forsaken

All these wars we’re breaking

Please give me a sign, I beg of you

Forgive us what we know, not what we do

Live by my transgression

Guilty, charged in lessons

When this fiery brimstone is coming down

And the noose keeps hanging around

Take me down by the river

Where my feet are washed

Baptize me from this hell

Where those demons dwell

How to love, how to love

Whoa, tell me how to love

For freedom, freedom, freedom

Tell me how to love

Oh, how to love, how to love

Oh, tell me how to love

'Cause we’ve been praying

For that day to come

(What he say?)

(What he say?)

(What he say?)

(What he say?)

(What he say?)

(What he say?)

(What he say?)

(What he say?)