(Steve Curtis) Night like a river, banks are steep Carry my burden, bury my worry deep It's like she told me some time ago There's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow I could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath And I could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest Bound and delivered, I returned Tried to forgive her for all the ground we burned Maybe tomorrow waters will clear I'll shake this sorrow and leave my worry here