In the evening when you're all alone
and you're layin' on your couch at home
maybe it's one of those days when everything seems wrong
'cause you feel like all your friends are gone
your friends are gone
Intone my servant the verses of your lord
intone my servant the verses of your lord
let me hear you sing - let your voices ring
throughout cities of men's hearts
In the twilight when your mind is old
and there's no one left for you to hold
maybe it's one of those days when the north wind's cold
and the dark clouds have covered up the gold
the sunshine is gone
Intone my servant the verses of your lord
intone my servant the verses of your lord
let me hear you sing - let your voices ring
throughout cities of men's hearts