A man is walking close to tears Live like a cripple for thirty-nice years He says, "Lord I'm a poor man" I work to feed five children When the last days come Will you let me in" And when my spirit's close to breaking When the world won't set me free When my hands will not stop shaking Will you Whisper? A woman is weeping for the baby She carries This child, she swears, will be the Last one She says, "Lord there must be a reason You took away two husbands I could use a little mercy While I'm still young" And when my spirit's close to breaking When the world won't set me free When my hands will not stop shaking Will you Whisper? You had to tear my heart out That's one thing Something I can live without I can live without And when my spirit's close to breaking When the world won't set me free When my hands will not stop shaking Whisper to me