Is anything as lovely to me
   as the truth in love
   i'll take it over freedom any day
   it brings me ever an' this time to my knees
   an' on my knees i run away
  
   yes i know your sticks and stones they
   they will easily break these bones an'
   an' all my words come back to haunt me
   i will put my strength into
   the things left standing
   i am hoarse with wild eyes
   no debts outstanding
  
   my hands are yours my brother
   you can take my coat as well
   my eyes are yours sister
   and my heart, and my heart
   in which he dwells
  
   heard the voice of my master callin' me
   from deep in the hollow
   said that I must follow him there yeah
   is any place darker for me
   with all them wolves about
   well it's a poor mouth that I wear
  
   my hands are yours my brother
   you can take my coat as well
   my eyes are yours sister
   and my heart, and my heart
   in which he dwells
  
   livin' from hand to poor mouth
   you an' me an' my secret south