The Brightest Of The Head

If I’d oblige the odds are I’d find
What make a man is inside, inside, inside
A crooked tongue makes for crooked speech
God forbid what I thought, forgive what I think
I was the fairest of them all
I was the biggest of the small
I was the sharpest in the shed
I was the brightest of the head
To live is Christ, to die is gain
I try and I try, i try and i try
A crooked tongue makes for crooked speech
God forbid that I thought, forgive that I’d think
It’s time, it’s time, I’ve made up my mind
Oh but I’ve changed my mind, that I’ve made up my mind