He Ain'T Heavy, He'S My Brother
Alfie Boe
4:37Wake up from your slumber Child dont you see These trees you love to hide in Are from a forest made by me Be still, you're shaking Chasing your shadow These pursuits of your pictures Are tearing you down slow So turn to me Come to me Ill refresh you as I Pour my peace Soft upon your skin Oh, your weary soul Is always welcome home You're always welcome home Wake up From your nightmare Child you were made For more than making monsters out of Puddles in the rain Be still, you're shaking Chasing your shadow These pursuits of your pictures Are tearing you down slow So turn to me Come to me Ill refresh you as I Pour my peace Soft upon your skin Oh, your weary soul Is always welcome home Youre always welcome home Child, come to me Child, come to me Child, come to me Child, come to me Child, come to me Child, come to me Child, come to me"