Draw near, my weary traveler it's here, you'll find your rest; Here in the Inn of Mercy we offer tenderness. Life's road, my weary traveler has led you here to see a fire burns the brightest where you find good company. Take off your well-worn traveling shoes; lay down your cares and woes. Take off your hat, remove your coat; you won't be needing those.
Sit down, my weary traveler the road's been long and steep. Here in the Inn of Mercy you'll find a cozy suite. And food, my weary traveler the best for miles around. Miles, that wander many paths o'er rough and rocky ground. Lay down your well-worn traveling blues, lay down your thoughts of foes. Lay down your grief, cast off your wiles, you won't be needing those.
Here in the Inn of Mercy, we've walked those roads before. We understand just how you feel and keep an open door...
