My eyes are dry My faith is old My heart is hard My prayers are cold And i know how i ought to be Alive to you and dead to me But what can be done For an old heart like mine Soften it up With oil and wine The oil is you, your spirit of love Please wash me anew With the wine of your blood Repete
My eyes are dry My faith is old My heart is hard My prayers are cold And i know how i ought to be Alive to you and dead to me But what can be done For an old heart like mine Soften it up With oil and wine The oil is you, your spirit of love Please wash me anew With the wine of your blood Repete
