Тексты песен «Ben Harper And The Blind Boys Of Alabama»

We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best, I'll put on mine We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time...

How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream In memories I recall them now and then And with a rapture sweet, my weary heart would beat If I could hear my mother pray again If I could only hear my mother...

It hangs above my altar Like they hung Him from a cross I keep one in my wallet For the times that I feel lost In a wooden frame with splinters Where my family kneels to pray And if you listen close You'll hear...

How many times have you heard someone say "If I had his money, I do things my way" Oh, but little they know and it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind Once I was winning in fortune and fame...

I wish we could live forever Then melt into the sun, melt into the sun Time is gonna change you Once it gets you on the run, gets you on the run There will be, there will be There will be a light, there will be a...

The man who stole the water Will swim forever more But he'll never reach the land On that golden shore That faint white light Will haunt his heart Till he's only a memory Lost in the dark Dig a hole in the...

There's no deals to be made with the dawn Now I fear that our time has come and gone They say "Freedom is just a place to hide" Now I'm, I'm coming to You with my arms, my arms, my arms open wide Oh, won't you tell...

And now children come running to the truth But you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit But while one's living high another's grieving But what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening Oh what's sweet by...