Lyrics Iris DeMent – Song About Songs

It’ll burn you at the start, as if to breezes you were bare
Then drop deep into your heart like a single salty tear
And the heart full of spite will come to know regret
And their sorrow, although light, it will not forget

Others will reap, I’ll only sow
When the triumphant scythers lay the grain low
Bless them, O Lord
Bless them, O Lord

And so that I may lift my eyes in thanks to You above
Let me give the world a gift more incorruptible than love
Let me give the world a gift more incorruptible than love

Others will reap, I’ll only sow
When the triumphant scythers lay the grain low
Bless them, O Lord
Bless them, O Lord
Bless them, O Lord
Bless them, O Lord