Poor Mouth

Is anything as lovely to me
 As the truth in love
 I'll take it over freedom any day
 It brings me ever an' this time to my knees
 An' on my knees i run away
 Yes i know your sticks and stones they
 They will easily break these bones an'
 An' all my words come back to haunt me
 I will put my strength into
 The things left standing
 I am hoarse with wild eyes
 No debts outstanding
 My hands are yours my brother
 You can take my coat as well
 My eyes are yours sister
 And my heart, and my heart
 In which he dwells
 Heard the voice of my master callin' me
 From deep in the hollow
 Said that I must follow him there yeah
 Is any place darker for me
 With all them wolves about
 Well it's a poor mouth that I wear
 My hands are yours my brother
 You can take my coat as well
 My eyes are yours sister
 And my heart, and my heart
 In which he dwells
 Livin' from hand to poor mouth
 You an' me an' my secret south