I'm van der Hold I'm 68 old I doubt questions have increased In 42 years of a priest I'm at the end of my I'm not if I'm gonna survive I often know what to say I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I Only silence, no I've waited in vain for a advice from that great voice in ethereal
I was revolutionary A mercenary A gifted in God's hands Now I'm old and of his demands I tried to be and good Did my job the best I But I stayed that average man in the spot where I began During the with which I've dealt Spent three since I've felt The I so adored 'bout the existence of the Lord
seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago
I'll him to my perish Things I have myself but cherish And namely and charity Mostly purpose what sets you free So I'm where the Are not anymore I think I'm almost done my search Got old so fast in my church But feels as if I'm out Some sort of about The meaning of live Can't fail to notice these are types
seen enough, that's 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 at everything else The blessings of a world Were elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would like to hold maybe have some fun My body's designed So I'm not really the kind Not once has there with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the of the night 'Cause my own lumpy mattress turn on the light I I've been miscast And the of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not 42 years of being a priest The church is a woman out of reach like a vision She in the distance which I could never quite get Now i'm stuck with my regret
seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long ago I've seen enough, that's why I God left this place, long time ago
I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, why I know God left place, long long time ago
my portion, it's my cup... It's my portion, my cup...