Gods I call to thee Grant me life and strength And if my strength should fail Grant me force of will Should my will be broke Give me light and hope When my hope recedes Give me death and peace
On that autumn day I met an old friend With her hand in mine We sat and talked a while As the hour grew late She spoke of a quiet place Where the gods will hear your prayer I will take you thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
