She plucks the splinter from my thumb, hey
Yes, my love is my rock in the long low weary land
My love is my rock in the long low weary land
The fag end of winter
My love is my rock in the long low weary land, weary land
My love is my rock in the long low weary land
My love is my rock in the long low weary land, in the weary land
My heart would be broken but for her
I'm in shock, I'm on the ropes, I don't know what's to come
The demon he's grappling is his own, oh
In the weary land
"Off with his great coat and his head"
My love is my rock in the long low weary land, my love is my rock
Meaningless movies
My love is my rock in the long, low weary land
Is busy tilting at the windmills of his stately home
My love is my rock in the long low weary land
I let it blow through me and it's gone
I should be weeping but it only hurts when I yawn
On the screen behind the band that's blowing, throwing shapes
None of this moves me
In the weary land
My love is my rock in the long low weary land, my love is my rock
Stripped of all my powers as if some judge in judgement said
In the weary land
My mentor and champion
I'm dressed like a scarecrow
My love is my rock in the long low weary land
Hey, my love is my rock in the long low weary land, yeah
My love is my rock in the long low weary land
Half of the music is on tape
His letter lies open
His accusations flow like poison from his every word
