Текст песни
Fields all stand empty, no fruit upon the vine
Barn doors swingin' in that hollow southern wind tonight
Friends gone chasin' fortunes, I'm left with open hands
But I find a song in the silence, and I still learn to stand
Yet I will sing, oh my King
Through the drought and everything
When the wells dry up and the night don't end
Yet I will sing, again and again
I laid my last coin on the table, bettin' on brighter days
Harvest moon didn't rise, just shadows in my gaze
Mama's old hymn book sits dusty by my bed
But when I turn them pages, I hear Your voice instead
Yet I will sing, oh my King
Through the drought and everything
When the wells dry up and the night don't end
Yet I will sing, again and again
Thunder rolls on my rooftop, wolves howl down below
My spirit feels like winter, no warmth, no glow
But in that cold, empty echo, a mercy melody rings
Even when I'm broken, oh Lord, yet I will sing
Yet I will sing, oh my King
Through the drought and everything
When the wells dry up and the night don't end
Yet I will sing, again and again
I won't trade my joy for gold or fame
I got a chorus that don't need no name
When my lungs give out, let the angels bring
My soul back home, yet I will sing
Yet I will sing, oh my King
Through the drought and everything
When my last breath fades and the heavens bend
Yet I will sing, right to the end