Watch Over Us - The Lone Bellow

Watch over us

Watch over us

When my hands are tired

When my strength is gone

Momma, your baby’s

Shrouded in sorrow

You’ve had your time

But who has tomorrow?

Watch over us

Watch over us

Father, your sickness

Lives here in me

I don’t need no crown

I don’t need no glory

You’ve had your life

But that ain’t my story

Sometimes I’m up

Sometimes I’m down

Sometimes I’m almost

Leveled to the ground

But my baby’s sleeping

Sleeping in peace

So watch over us