Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

My mother often told me, angels bonded your life away 

She said I would accomplish, but trust in God and pray 

I'm on the King's Highway, I'm travelin' everyday 

'Cause I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

My mother, she's in glory, thank God I'm on my way 

Father, he's gone too, and sister she could not stay 

I'm trusting Him everyday, to bear my burdens away 

'Cause I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

I thought when she first left me, I'd pray 

for a little while 

Soon it all would be over, and I'd journey on with a smile 

But the thought as I get older, I think of what I told her 

And I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

When my heart's full of sorrow and my eyes are filled with tears 

Lord, I just can't keep from crying sometimes 

Well, well

The Absence

“I speak to you across cities

I speak to you across plains

My mouth is upon your pillow

Both faces of the wall come meeting

My voice discovering you

I speak to you of eternity

O cities memories of cities

Cities wrapped in our desires

Cities come early cities come lately

Cities strong and cities secret

Plundered of their master’s builders

All their thinkers all their ghosts

Fields pattern of emerald

Bright living surviving

The harvest of the sky over our earth

Feeds my voice I dream and weep

I laugh and dream among the flames

Among the clusters of the sun

And over my body your body spreads

The sheet of its bright mirror.

- Paul Eluard, “The Absence” (1942)