From the recording Carried in Retrospect
Lyrics
The Weight
I Have only six old Strings, And that’s fewer then it seems
To sing of this weight on my mind,
Been trying to make a sound, looking all around to find that
This old world has lost his mind
And I- I’m looking for you to heal the blind
And I- I’m carrying the weight of my times
I’ve crumbled down the walls of traditions large and small to find that
What’s inside is dust and bone
And still your ever there, crying out a prayer
Asking can this child have a home
And I- I’m looking for you to heal the blind
And I- I’m carrying the weight of my times
And I- I’m looking for you to heal my mind
And I- I’ve been carried across the waves this whole time