I've really been out there; just little me, out where, taking the word on all alone,
It really is lonely when you think that it's only you, trying to live all on your own.
I'll be the branch, you be the vine, 'cause I've been withering away for some time,
Now I feel your healing flowing to my mind,
I'll be the branch and you be the vine.
So I come believing, thirsty, receiving from the waters of your soul,
The light of the morning brings your redeeming love; that's all I ever need to know.
I'll be the branch, you be the vine, 'cause I've been withering away for some time,
Now I feel your healing flowing to my mind,
I'll be the branch and you be the vine.
I feel so free when you are my Lord and I am just me.
I'll be the branch, you be the vine, 'cause I've been withering away for some time,
Now I feel your healing flowing to my mind,
I'll be the branch and you be the vine.
