The Braying Mule - Ennio Morricone

As I stand here searchin' for the right words I know that wisdom comes from despair Realize it's harder to find your own voice Than to follow one already in the air And as our time draws nearer I wonder just when we stopped being young I know my greatest deeds will go unnoticed And our treasures were here all along Child of the earth hear my confession Please don't tell me that it's overdue And from the four corners of the universe I will make my way to you A gentle touch known only to each other And a breath that comforts like the rain And a taste no other will ever know That upon my tongue shall remain Child of the earth heal me with your whisper Come and hold me close to your breast Dress my wounds with your innocence I am weary let me rest Let your rain wash over me You know all I ever hoped to be Is half of what you are to me So take me from this island Lead me to the mountains of the moon As long as you lead I will follow And the end of time will be too soon Child of the earth hear my confession Please don't tell me that it's overdue And from the four corners of the universe I will make my way to you Child of the earth heal me with your whisper Come and hold me close to your breast Dress my wounds with your innocence I am weary let me rest I am weary I am weary I will make my way to you I will make my way to you I will make my way to you I will make my way to you