Gather Up - Peter Bradley Adams

Gather up in the arms of your pity 
the sick, the depraved, the desperate, the tired 
all the scum of out weary city 
gather up in the arms of your love 
those who expect no love from above 

I ask you this, which way to turn 
I ask youthis, which sin to bear 
which crown to put upon my hair 
I do not know, I do not know 

I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up 
I wait to take the hand of love, 
come every one, come gather up 

there's lonely people in the lonely night 
they grab a lonely dream and they hold it tight 
there's lonely people in the lonely day 
who work to sit their dream away 

so I ask you this, which way to turn 
I ask you this, which sin to bear 
which crown to put upon my hair 
I do not know, I do not know 

I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up 
I wait to take the hand of love, 
come every one, come gather up 
won't you gather in your arms, gather in your arms