Where I Lay My Head

Where I lay My head

Where I lay my head May this blessing be a pillow And the kindness fall like snow, Where I lay my head.

No one’s born for this, We’ve just fallen in the gutter. Where we sigh and moan and mutter: “No one’s born for this!”

Chorus And your kindness lifts me up, Gives the hope that’s in your eyes As you give and don’t despise, As you share the loving cup, Your kindness lifts me up.

For the street’s a lonely place! And the Mercy you have shown May it bloom to overgrown; For the street’s a lonely place!

There, but for someone’s grace We might all be laid and lost, Bear the hardship and the cost; There, but for someone’s grace.

Chorus But your kindness lifts me up, Shares the hope that’s in your eyes As you give, and don’t despise, As you share the loving cup, Your kindness lifts me up.

— © Frank Callery 12th June 2016.