Some people bring me down
And some people want me low.
Some people say you said
Something bad that I don't even know.
Some people want to fight
With the anger I possess.
Some people say, `You've said
Something bad that turned us cold.'

But bring them a cup
And I'll forgive them all.
Take it on up
and I shall here what love will call.

Some people bring around
What I don't really want to know.
Some people search to find
The words that'll make me low.
Some people want me to
Be angry, hard and blind,
Some people tell me too
That I'm not really in my mind.

But bring them a cup
And I'll forgive them all.
Take it on up
and I shall here what love will call.

Some people bind the free,
Some do not untie the knot,
Some people point out me
Make me in whit what I'm not.
Some people say, `You've said
And now we have to do.'
Some people say, `You've let,
And now we pull it through.'

But bring them a cup
And I'll forgive them all.
Take it on up
and I shall here what love will call.