My eyes are dry

My faith is old

My heart is hard

My prayers are cold

And I know how I ought to be

Alive to you and dead to me

Oh what can be done

For an old heart like mine

Soften it up

With oil and wine

The oil is you your spirit of love

Please wash me a new

In no wine of yours blood

My eyes are dry

My faith is old

My heart is hard

My prayers are cold

And I know how I ought to be

Alive to you and dead to me

Oh what can be done

For an old heart like mine

Soften it up