Gathered my luck and I went with my brothernTo where the witch on the hill threw the bones of her mothernTo where the bravest birds in the height of the skynTumble down the mountainsidenAnd gather to pray like a blanket on the fallen groundnLike praying ain't a waste of timennShe told me again that she knew I'd be comingnAnd she padded her gown with all my counterfeit moneynShe said your love is locked in the garden you grownA soldier's wound that bleeds through his clothesnPick up your gun and pray there's no one left to fightnLike praying ain't a waste of timenAin't a waste of timenAin't a waste of timennI said you've given me less than you know I can handlenSo the witch on the hill lit a single black candlenSaid the name of God is carved on a bladenThe deals you make will turn in flamesnSo pray for love and the world to praying comesnLike praying ain't a waste of time