she knows I'm leaving and might not come home we may lose pebbles from our family stone I'll do my duty I won't back down But in truth, I'd rather stay around Please Lord Can we come to our senses Lord And start mending our fences Lord And look through much brighter lenses Lord I'll send more money to ya Pray for me Hallelujah she knows I'm leaving and prays that she can root the branches of our family tree my mother wears her worries in her hair but these are the thorns that the rose must bear Please Lord Can we come to our senses Lord And start mending our fences Lord And look through much brighter lenses Lord I'll send more money to ya Pray for me Hallelujah