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.