Southland Of The Heart - Bruce Cockburn

    When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day
    Come snapping at your heels
    And there's so much coming at you
    That you don't know how to feel
    When they've taken all your money
    And then come back for your clothes
    When your hands are full of thorns
    But you can't quit groping for the rose

    In the southland of the heart
    Where night blooms perfume the breeze
    Lie down
    Take your rest with me

    When thoughts you've tried to leave behind
    Keep sniping from the dark
    When the fire burns inside you but
    You jump from every spark
    When your heart's beset by memories
    You wish you'd never made
    When the sun comes up an enemy
    And nothing gives you shade

    In the southland of the heart
    Where the saints go lazily
    Lie down
    Take your rest with me

    When the preacher lays his insight down
    And claims to lead the blind
    When those you trust just get you hooked
    And trifle with your mind
    When the nightmare's creeping closer
    And your wheels are in the mud
    When everything's ambiguous
    Except the taste of blood

    In the southland of the heart
    There's no question of degree
    Lie down
    Take your rest with me

    In the southland of the heart
    Everyone was always free
    Lie down
    Take your rest with me

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