Shakhan

Shakhan - Harvest songtekst

Je score:

Christian fellow rise from your bed
Scrape off the mould that’s growing on your head
Life your quaking, aching small frame and stand
Out there, there is a harvest field of man

Tip toe and look through the windows
in the four walls you build around yourself
Time to take down the gloves from off your shelf
Speak now about the Lord you’ll meet
There in the sky the sun slowly sets
Like a stone down into the quick sand
Out there, there is a harvest field of man

Heal that divided tongue oh Lord,
and that split that needs healing on their tongue
Help them say you the Lord the G-d that’s one
Our dear Master pays overtime
Yes, its worth you crossing over the line
There’s a great big crop out there in the land
Out there, there is a harvest field of man

Time to take the sickle in hand
Oh my friends don’t be shy
I see a destroying storm pushing through the sky
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Auteur: Davyd Homan

Componist: Davyd Homan

Publisher: Davyd Homan

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Uitgegeven in: 2020

Taal: Engels

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