Come all you weary with your heavy loads, lay down your burdens find rest for your souls, because my yoke is easy and my burden is kind. I'll take yours upon me and you can take mine.
Come all you weary move through the earth, surrounded by rest stones and kicked out of church. A couple of loaves sit down at my feet. Lend me your ears and break bread with me.
Come all you weary.
Come gather round near me.
Find rest for your souls.
Come all you weary, crippled you lay. I'll help you along you can lay down your canes, we've got a long way to go but we'll travel as friends. The lights growing bright further on towards the end.
-Thrice
