I've been out here for so long, riding fences,
I don't know what it finally was that brought me to me senses,
Was it the cold' Was it the loneliness'
Was it my shame at the sickness of my flesh'

Rebuilding fences is an introspective undertaking,
There's no diversion to distract you from the deeper aching,
I cut the wood, I swung the hammer - every strike like a flash of understanding.

Oh, I have to say everything that's on my mind,
I cannot keep it bottled up inside of me,
I have to pray,
It took me far too long to find out that my weakness is my testimony.

All my labour was the protest demonstration of a man who had the gall to call conviction condemnation,
'Til I cried for grace and I finally meant it,
'Til I left my pride behind me, nailed to those fences.

Oh, I have to say everything that's on my mind,
I cannot keep it bottled up inside of me,
I have to pray,
It took me far too long to find out that my weakness is my testimony.

Up in this altitude, the cold at night can kill,
My fingers got so numb, my body got so chilled,
It seeps into your bones and devastates your will,
Oh, I'm not the strongest man,
No, I'm not the only man,
No, I'm not the strongest man whose been broken in those hill.

Oh, I have to say everything that's on my mind,
I cannot keep it bottled up inside of me,
I have to pray,
It took me far too long to find out that my weakness is my testimony.

Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah,
Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah,
La, la, la, yeah.