Pull Your Troubles
At night before you sleep 💤,
my dears,
You must reach deep inside
And pull your troubles out your ears
Wherein they like to hide.
A trouble in the kind of thing,
It's very often true,
That bothers you more than the soul
Who passed it on to you.
my dears,
You must reach deep inside
And pull your troubles out your ears
Wherein they like to hide.
A trouble in the kind of thing,
It's very often true,
That bothers you more than the soul
Who passed it on to you.