The Builders and The Butchers
take me home
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I was on the road
My feet destroyed
And the old devil winds blowing cold
I was over joyed, I was broken down
On that final Sunday morn
Lay my head where it falls, I donât need no walls
Iâve got all that I need off the land
After feet cover miles
Iâll sleep for a while
If I die take my soul in your hand
Take me home, take me home
When my body is cold and I die
Take me home lord take me home
Make me burn (shine) like the stars in the sky
I was on my own
Only skin covered bones
When the sun took the stars from the sky
I was overjoyed
I was broken down
So I gave myself to the light
Lay my headâ¦.
After feetâ¦â¦
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