Thrice

Come all you weary, with your heavy loads
Lay down your burdens; find rest for your souls
My yoke is easy and my burden is kind
I'll take yours upon me and you can take mine
Come all you weary, who move through the earth
Who've been spurned at fine restaurants, and kicked out of church
I've got a couple of loaves, so sit down at my feet
Lend me your ears and break bread and eat.
Come all you weary
Come gather 'round near me
Find rest for your souls
Come all you weary; you crippled, you lame
I'll help you along you can throw down your canes
We've got a long way to go, but we'll travel as friends
The light's growing bright; further up, further in.
Come all you weary
Come gather 'round near me
Find rest for your souls