My Love Is My Rock in the Weary Land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

Yes my love is my rock in the long low weary land

None of this moves me

I should be weeping but it only hurts when I yawn

I let it blow through me and it's gone

I'm dressed like a scarecrow

Stripped of all my power as if some judge in judgement said

"Off with his greatcoat and his head!"

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

Meaningless movies

On the screen behind the band that's blowing, throwing shapes

Half of the music is on tape

My mentor and champion

Is busy tilting at the windmills of his stately home

The demon he's grappling is his own

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

His letter lies open

His accusations flow like poison from his every word

My heart would be broken but for Her

The fag-end of winter

I'm in shock, I'm on the ropes, I don't know what's to come

She plucks the splinter from my thumb

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

My love is my rock in the long low weary land

Yes my love is my rock in the long low weary land

In the weary land...