Тексты песен «St. James Rebecca»

What child is this, who, laid to rest On Mary's lap was sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is Christ the king Whom shepherds guard and angels sing Haste, haste to...

Who is He, who rides like the sun There is nothing He cannot do Who is He, who sits on the flood There's nothing He cannot do There is nothing, nothing Nothing He cannot do Who is He, who laughs in glory There's nothing...

Who is He, who rides like the sun There is nothing He cannot do Who is He, who sits on the flood There's nothing He cannot do There is nothing, nothing Nothing He cannot do Who is He, who laughs in glory There's nothing...

It's my turn, it's not your turn It's my turn, get outta my way It's my turn, go on complain I'm comin' through anyway Don't ask me why I'm like this But lately I'm wondrin' if It'll come to pass That the last shall be...

It's my turn, it's not your turn It's my turn, get outta my way It's my turn, go on complain I'm comin' through anyway Don't ask me why I'm like this But lately I'm wondrin' if It'll come to pass That the last shall be...

We have the chance to turn the pages over We can write what we wanna write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're al someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the...

We have the chance to turn the pages over We can write what we want to write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're all someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down...