Till the Day I Die

At first you drank my gospel,

like a mug of country wine.

And now it has the flavour

of regret and turpentine

regret and turpentine

regret and turpentine

Yes, regret and turpentine

The lamb that lead my journey

fell on the hardened ground

The shards of grief and mercy

cut my feet to slow me down

my feet to slow me down

my feet to slow me down

For the future that is awaiting me

is one I can't deny

That I will be lonely

Till the day that I die