I'm Peter van der I'm 68 old I doubt some questions increased In 42 of being a priest I'm at the end of my I'm not if I'm gonna survive I often know what to say When I to Him, when I pray In reply I Only silence, no waited in vain for a little advice from great voice in ethereal skies
Once I was A mercenary A gifted student in hands Now I'm old and of his demands I tried to be and good Did my job the I could But I stayed that average man in the spot where I began During the grieve with which I've three decades since I've felt The certainty I so adored the existence of the Lord
seen enough, that's why I know God left place, long long time ago
give him to my perish Things I don't have but cherish And namely love and Mostly purpose that's what you free So I'm the metaphores Are not comforting I think I'm almost done with my Got old so fast even in my But as if I'm kept out Some sort of about The meaning of sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre
I've seen enough, why I know God left this place, long time ago seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago
And has made me good at one thing And horrible at else The blessings of a divine always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I like to hold someone Briefly maybe some fun My body's hardly So I'm not really the kind Not once has been Someone with a skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the 'Cause my own mattress would've turn on the light I think I've been And the time of is passed My faith is but not least After 42 years of being a The church is like a Thing out of reach like a She glimmers in the distance which I could quite get Now i'm stuck here my regret
I've seen enough, that's why I God left place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I God this place, long long time ago
I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I God left this place, long time ago
It's my portion, my cup... my portion, it's my cup...