B. B. King

B. B. King - I Wanna Be lyrics

Shall I strive with words to move

When deeds receive not due regard?

Shall I speak and neither please

Nor be freely heard?

Grief, alas, though all in vain,

Her restless anguish must reveal.

She alone my wound shall know

Though she will not heal.

All woes have end though awhile delayed,

Our patience proving.

Oh that Time's strange effects

Could but make her loving.

Storms calm at last, and why may not

She leave off her frowning?

Oh sweet Love, help her hands,

My affecting crowning.

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