Mary don't you cry kiss me now so I can die Alabaster laughing sigh, a sinner with holy eyes Wash my feet with her tears, choke and strangle sister fear Let down your pretty hair, touch the day annoint the year How long not long, reap what you sow How long not long, his truth is marching on How long not long, been to the mountain top How long not long, 'til Jesus calls me home
You always have the poor, I prepare a place for you My cup runs over, rod and staff will comfort you Kill the shepherd the sheep will scatter, across the barren land The hour has now come, wash the silver from your hands
How long not long, reap what you sow How long not long, his truth is marching on How long not long, been to the mountain top How long not long, 'til Jesus calls me home
Liverpool is dead and the sounds that fill the air The president went to dallas and he never came out of there If Jesus Christ offends you, you wear x's in your eyes Bob Dylan never changed the world and I don't believe he ever tried
How long not long, reap what you sow How long not long, his truth is marching on How long not long, been to the mountain top How long not long, 'til Jesus calls me homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
