Come on man resurrect yourself Tell yourself a thought that's true Come on man and protect yourself There's nothing that you can't come through And
I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-trav'ling through this land of woe. And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go. I'm
[Olive cover] [Verse 1:] In a way, it's all a matter of time I will not worry for you, You'll be just fine Take my thoughts with you, and when you look
