I'm van der Hold I'm 68 old I doubt some have increased In 42 years of a priest I'm at the end of my I'm not if I'm gonna survive I don't know what to say When I talk to Him, I pray In I receive Only silence, no I've waited in for a little advice from that great voice in ethereal
I was revolutionary A devoted A gifted student in hands Now I'm old and sick of his I tried to be honest and Did my job the best I But I always that average man Right in the spot I began During the grieve with which dealt Spent three decades I've felt The certainty I so 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago
give him to my perish Things I don't have but cherish And namely love and Mostly that's 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 secret The meaning of sometimes Can't fail to notice these are types
seen enough, that's why I know God left place, long long time ago I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long ago
And time has made me good at one And horrible at everything The of a world divine Were always elsewhere and mine Oh, I would like to hold Briefly have some fun My hardly designed So I'm not the hugging kind Not once has been with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the of the night 'Cause my own lumpy would've turn on the light I think I've miscast And the time of saints is My faith is but not least After 42 years of being a The church is a woman out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the distance I could never quite get Now i'm stuck with my regret
seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I God this place, long 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 this place, long long time ago
It's my portion, my cup... It's my portion, my cup...