[Verse 1]
There’s a black rider on the storm
Waving his hand to the foregone
He cuts his hand upon the knife
And licks it clean to see his dreams
Can’t you see the living truth?
Just like the Muslims and the Jews
And the Christians who knew
They were born into a world where they have to die
[Chorus 1]
I grow weary of this world
I grow tired of the games that these men play
I can hear the voice of God calling my name
[Verse 2]
Here in amongst the brush and sage
I can hеar the desert song
How could I еver sing along
If I’m just lost upon my way?
I’m just a poor and troubled man
Lost in a foreign land
Holding in his calloused hands a sacred masterplan
The words of my God, my own way of life
[Chorus 2]
I grow weary of this world
I’m growing tired of the games that these men play
I can hear the voice of God calling my name
There’s a black rider on the storm
Waving his hand to the foregone
He cuts his hand upon the knife
And licks it clean to see his dreams
Can’t you see the living truth?
Just like the Muslims and the Jews
And the Christians who knew
They were born into a world where they have to die
[Chorus 1]
I grow weary of this world
I grow tired of the games that these men play
I can hear the voice of God calling my name
[Verse 2]
Here in amongst the brush and sage
I can hеar the desert song
How could I еver sing along
If I’m just lost upon my way?
I’m just a poor and troubled man
Lost in a foreign land
Holding in his calloused hands a sacred masterplan
The words of my God, my own way of life
[Chorus 2]
I grow weary of this world
I’m growing tired of the games that these men play
I can hear the voice of God calling my name
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