Mile after mile, ever in the mid-day sun
In a dry and thirsty land
Holes in my pocket, holes in my shoes
And only blisters in my hands
Well it seems to never rain here and ground is hard
Still I keep my hands to the plow
Yeah I work the ground that You've given me my Lord
And bring fourth fruit by sweat of my brow
Now I'm finding out that I'm just not that strong
Now there's nothing left to do but cry
Well I've been working so hard for far too long
Won't You lead me to the well that never runs dry
I'm thirsty for the water, I'm thirsty for the water
Yeah I'm thirsty for the water, yeah I'm thirsty for the water
Yeah I've been working so hard for far too long
Won't You lead me to the well that never runs dry
I'm thirsty for the water, I'm thirsty for the water
Yeah I'm thirsty for the water, yeah I'm thirsty for the water