Translation: O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. The Cox Family - I Am Weary (Let Me Rest).
Translation: O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. I Am Weary (Let Me Rest) [the Cox Family].
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Thou art the Potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after Thy will, While I am waiting, yielded and
Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way! Thou art the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and
they're not all thieves and hookers Out of luck, out of work, never out of dreams So where for art thou romeo, we'd even take a cameo Just point us to
is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou
Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way, Thou art the potter, I am the clay, Mold me and make me, after Thy will, While I am waiting, yielded
-pay'd dochter. O fare, thee-weel, my bonie lass, 'O, fare, thee-weel, my hinnie! Thou art a gay and a bonie lass, But thou has a waukrife minnie
bell is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love, art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou
the sparrows and the boy who shoots the arrows if I only had a heart. Picture me a balcony, above the voice sings low. Dorothy. Wherefore art thou,
ringing Clear through the night And thou my love art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust from off thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou
No they're not all thieves and hookers Out of luck, out of work, but never out of dreams Where art thou Romeo? We'd even take a cameo Point us to the
Have thine own way, Lord, have thine own way, Thou art the potter, I am the clay, Mold me and make me, fester thy will, While I am waiting, gilded and
sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
is ringing Clear through the night Thou, my love Art heavenward winging Home through the night Earthly dust From off thee shaken Soul immortal Shalt thou