My thoughts trouble me and I'm distraught at the voice of the enemy At the stares of the wicked For they bring down suffering upon me and revile me in their anger
Confuse the wicked oh Lord Confound their speech For I see violence and strife in the city Threats and lies never leave its streets
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove I would fly away and be at rest Oh, that I had the wings of a dove I would fly away and be at rest
My heart is in anguish within me The terrors of death assail me Fear and trembling have beset me Horror has overwhelmed me and revile me in their anger
Confuse the wicked oh Lord Confound their speech For I see violence and strife in the city Threats and lies never leave its streets
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove I would fly away and be at rest Oh, that I had the wings of a dove I would fly away and be at rest (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
