Bruce Cockburn Southland Of The Heart Lyrics

Southland Of The Heart Lyrics

When the wild-eyed dogs of day to day

Come snapping at your heels

And there's so much coming at you

That you don't know how to feel

When they've taken all your money

And then come back for your
clothes

When your hands are full of thorns

But you can't quit
groping for the rose 



In the southland of the heart

Where
night blooms perfume the breeze

Lie down

Take your rest with me 



When thoughts you've tried to leave behind

Keep sniping from the
dark

When the fire burns inside you but

You jump from every spark

When your heart's beset by memories

You wish you'd never made

When the sun comes up an enemy

And nothing gives you shade 



In the southland of the heart

Where the saints go lazily

Lie
down

Take your rest with me 



When the preacher lays his
insight down

And claims to lead the blind

When those you trust just
get you hooked

And trifle with your mind

When the nightmare's
creeping closer

And your wheels are in the mud

When everything's
ambiguous

Except the taste of blood 



In the southland of the
heart

There's no question of degree

Lie down

Take your rest
with me 



In the southland of the heart

Everyone was always
free

Lie down

Take your rest with me