Comfort ye (Brahms Cello Sonata)

Comfort ye, my friend
And let the feelings inside
Find the words to set your free
Come hold my hand
So you know where I stand
In relation to the gates of the Promised Land.

Tonight, you cry alone
I’m gonna be there with you
Whether the weather suits my soul
And when I hold you up
I mean to comfort ye
Though the troubles lean heavily.

You fall from grace
And darkness endlessly embraces
And veils of tears are falling like the rain
Lift up! – what love the prophets knew
They dreamed in deserts
Searched the heavens for love eternally
Comfort ye…my friend.

Comfort ye, my friend
And let the feelings inside
Find the words to set you free
I’m gonna hold you up on high
To signify for all the world to see
I mean to comfort ye
Comfort ye, my friend.