歌曲 | Multitude |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | Four Lads Who Shook the Wirral |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
When I wade across the Jordan I’ll be shining | |
For I know the one I love is over there | |
From the straight and narrow path I’ve often wandered | |
But every time he puts me back on course | |
Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating | |
Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo | |
Where the Transit full of Keith | |
In the sidestreets has no beef | |
With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore | |
As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders | |
And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet | |
From on high, I hear a choir of angels singing | |
And all at once the Kiss fans disappear | |
Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad | |
Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts | |
Come bid my burden ease | |
Come give me bread and cheese | |
And let me feed the birds forever more |
When I wade across the Jordan I' ll be shining | |
For I know the one I love is over there | |
From the straight and narrow path I' ve often wandered | |
But every time he puts me back on course | |
Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating | |
Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo | |
Where the Transit full of Keith | |
In the sidestreets has no beef | |
With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore | |
As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders | |
And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet | |
From on high, I hear a choir of angels singing | |
And all at once the Kiss fans disappear | |
Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad | |
Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts | |
Come bid my burden ease | |
Come give me bread and cheese | |
And let me feed the birds forever more |
When I wade across the Jordan I' ll be shining | |
For I know the one I love is over there | |
From the straight and narrow path I' ve often wandered | |
But every time he puts me back on course | |
Guide me then to where the fields of lambs are bleating | |
Where the tiger soothes the baby kangaroo | |
Where the Transit full of Keith | |
In the sidestreets has no beef | |
With Elgin, Nairn or Brora anymore | |
As the yoke begins to crush my sinning shoulders | |
And a bunion leads my heart to curse my feet | |
From on high, I hear a choir of angels singing | |
And all at once the Kiss fans disappear | |
Open doors lead in to open arms and Grandad | |
Yonder Mum and Dad stood playing darts | |
Come bid my burden ease | |
Come give me bread and cheese | |
And let me feed the birds forever more |