If I could lay me down to sleep
I’d pray for God my friends to keep
And should I die I hope that
You won’t cut the strings of your harp
True friends are few and far between
I know how lucky I have been
To find so many who would
listen to me rant and carp
I’ve sung a song bitter and black
I’m trying to work my way back
without my friends I’d wither up
a branch cut from the vine
it’s eerie when love cuts the strings
a taste of what tomorrow brings
sends a shiver up my spine
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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