Texty
Oh my lord
Tell my lover boys
That I'm not on call
And tell my little girl
I'm a shadow on the wall
Oh my lord
I can't stay serious
When you look like that
And when you think I care
To stand where you sat
Oh my lord
Tell the darkened skies,
"Contend with the lark"
And tell my little girl
She's safe from all harm
Written by: E. Moore
