Oh, Lord, all I want is a shoulder to cry on,
That’s all I ask of you.
We don’t need another Mountain to climb
or a river to cross
Let the stars fall from the sky
the earth can slip into darkness
or sink into the sea,
and that rascal moon can join them too
That’s all I ask you see
is for a shoulder to cry on
Someplace to lay my weary head
like I did when I was young
and hung on every word you said
I don’t need food in my stomach
or a roof over my head,
no shoes, no clothes, no bed
or anything we lack.
What good are things to bring me comfort
if I’m already dead.
We had it all before and let it go to waste
and war–and even lost our faith
What else can we say or do
Just give me your shoulder to cry on
I ask for this instead.
Oh, Lord, that’s all I ask of you.
Oh, Lord, that’s all I ask.