Gather up in the arms of your pity

the sick, the depraved, the desperate, the tired

all the scum of out weary city

gather up in the arms of your love

those who expect no love from above


I ask you this, which way to turn

I ask youthis, which sin to bear

which crown to put upon my hair

I do not know, I do not know


I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up

I wait to take the hand of love,

come every one, come gather up


there's lonely people in the lonely night

they grab a lonely dream and they hold it tight

there's lonely people in the lonely day

who work to sit their dream away


so I ask you this, which way to turn

I ask you this, which sin to bear

which crown to put upon my hair

I do not know, I do not know


I wait to take the hand of love, with every one you gather up

I wait to take the hand of love,

come every one, come gather up

won't you gather in your arms, gather in your arms