Lyrics:
thy will be donehere on this highwayin every house and field I prayall in meekness yieldaided by wantamong stranger peopleto disgrace so soon I've comedrift like sleepinto the hotel montanalay low for thy names sakeel matador louisianafull of bulls blood and what notcoarse jest to a tight knotyou are not acquainted with your own heartfrozen prayer upon my lipsinside the blood runs hothe was reviledyet he reviled notlike a voice in an empty housebreath your breathand speak to mespeak to meit's a dry leaf that shivers on the branchwhat matter if the wind cast it downwith a ruthless handcause we remember alwaysthat it took place foreverthy kingdom come inwhosoever