Lord if i'm the clay then i've been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like mud from the sty Still clinging to the prodigal son
But i'm on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home
Into the hands That made the wine from the water Into the hands The hands of the potter
Lord if i'm the clay that let your living water flow Soften up my edges lord So everyone will know
That i'm on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home
And lord when you listen for the song of my life Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be
Lord if i'm the clay then lay me down On your spinning wheel Shape me into something you can fill With something real
And i'll be on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home Lord if i'm the clay then i've been left out in the sun Cracked and dry, like mud from the sty Still clinging to the prodigal son
But i'm on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home
Into the hands That made the wine from the water Into the hands The hands of the potter
Lord if i'm the clay that let your living water flow Soften up my edges lord So everyone will know
That i'm on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home
And lord when you listen for the song of my life Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be
Lord if i'm the clay then lay me down On your spinning wheel Shape me into something you can fill With something real
And i'll be on my way back home Yes i'm on my way back home Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
