The Waterboys — My Love Is My Rock In the Weary Land

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