Shoulders

Someone had stolen me

And choked the life I crave

On a pale horse he did ride

And sing my songs

I touched you then and feared

That the dark would spread indeed

And leave hollow shells of friends and strangers all

But still I bore the gift of life, somehow

And you'd ask me

If my breast was filled with embers or with ash

Was hope or but despair upon my crown

Mother, sweet mother

Don't you worry on your son

For my heart contains a fire that shall burn long

And I shall lay my head

In the valley with my friends

I'll quit my scheming ways and rest again

Cause I shall lay my head

On the shoulders of great men

And live my life until it's honest end

And so brick by brick I tell myself

Oh, slowly build a home

Anchor now before the storm rolls on

Found a new Jerusalem and build your wailing wall

But seek not the sea and life wandering alone

Oh yes lay your head

In the valley with your friends

Oh quit your scheming ways and rest again

Oh yes lay your head

On the shoulders of great men

And live your life until it's honest end

Oh yes lay your head

On the shoulders of great men

And live your life until it's honest end.