The Way You Wear Your Troubles - Eleanor McEvoy

The way you wear your troubles

I swear they’re gonna wear you to the bone

The way you wear your troubles

I swear they’re gonna wear you to the bone

Well, I know you have to wear them

But you don’t have to wear them all alone

The cross on your shoulder

Belongs to you and to nobody else

The cross on your shoulder

Belongs to you and to nobody else

Well, I know you have to bear it

But you don’t have to bear it by yourself

The road that you’re walking

Is long, grey, lonely and wide

The road that you’re walking

Is long and grey and lonely and wide

Would’t it be easier if somebody was walking…

Would’t it be easier if somebody was walking…

Well, now…

Would’t it be easier if somebody was walking

By your side?