I'm van der Hold I'm 68 old I doubt some questions have In 42 years of being a I'm at the end of my I'm not if I'm gonna survive I often know what to say When I talk to Him, I pray In I receive Only silence, no I've in vain for a little advice from great voice in ethereal skies
I was revolutionary A mercenary A gifted in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his I tried to be and good Did my job the I could But I always stayed that man Right in the where I began During the grieve with I've dealt Spent three since I've felt The certainty I so adored 'bout the of the Lord
I've enough, that's why I know God this place, long long time ago
I'll give him to my Things I don't have myself but And love and charity Mostly purpose what sets you free So I'm the metaphores Are not comforting I think I'm almost done my search Got old so even in my church But feels as if I'm out Some sort of about The meaning of sometimes Can't fail to these are mediocre types
seen enough, that's why I know God left place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I God left this place, long long ago
And time has me good at one thing And horrible at else The blessings of a world Were always elsewhere and never Oh, I like to hold someone Briefly have some fun My body's designed So I'm not the hugging kind Not once has there with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the 'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the I think I've miscast And the time of saints is My faith is reclassed but not After 42 years of a priest The church is a woman Thing out of reach a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could quite get Now i'm stuck with my regret
I've seen enough, why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, why I know God left this place, long time ago
I've seen enough, why I know God left place, long long time ago I've enough, that's why I know God this place, long long time ago
my portion, it's my cup... It's my portion, my cup...