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