
Carry me, carry me,
make haste and carry me,
over the green hills free.
Marry me, marry me,
come on and marry me,
down by the deep blue sea.
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Carry me, carry me,
make haste and carry me,
over the green hills free.
Marry me, marry me,
come on and marry me,
down by the deep blue sea.
The day grows old, the heat it bakes,
‘neath my prickly cactus tree.
Lord though I lift your name in high,
please send respite soon to me.
The wisps of sand they make their way,
through my door and out the back.
I watch their movement and I pray,
there’s just one thing that I now lack.
The pigeons and clouds have secrets you know,
and whisper them way up high.
Nobody will hear their promises,
not one but you and I.
The clouds deliver their messages,
straight from our God Most High.
Nobody will see their hope you know,
not one but you and I.