Bless me, LordnI'm only after what you promised menSo break me, Lord, and with the pieces make another treenMake another treenHe spoke to menHe spoke to menHe said, Take only that which you can carry on your backnJust leave the children in the yard and in time,nthey'll gladly turn to dust.nnLet me lay hear in the grassnAll eternitynLet the wind and brain consume menThen I will be freenI will be freenI want it nownI want it nownSo, Take only that which you can carry on your backnJust leave the children and in time,nthey'll gladly turn to dust.nAnd if they handed me the gold,nI'd slap it from their handsnThen I'd kiss and mourn the sheepnThat can't understandnThey won't understandnnBless me, LordnI'm only after what you promised menSo break me lord and with the pieces make another treenMake another treenMake another tree