I told you lady. Take me for one day. Please don't ask any questions. You know I can stay. . I wish the wind was cold. I want to hold you baby hold. Only in your arms I'm lost.
make a pair of wings for his head. On top of which his hands fold in a clasp. He looks like Spencer Tracy now. For forty years then Harold Agnews' life tracked the atomic age.
Sunday night. I was riding on the a train. Reading the newspaper. A woman was trying to convince a man. That she hadn't done it. . All these years. I haven't seen you.
This is Havana. The night before the revolution. Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony. For latin piano. Popping corks and blasting bullets. La Habanera dances in the streets.
Pulling up in black cars,. Looking like a star,. It's about to go down.. Cameras flashing everywhere,. 'Cause we don't even care,. . Bitch, we liven' right now..
INTRO:. My soul, my soul. Watch over me. My Father, my Father. It it's possible let this pass from me. In your deepest plan I'll surely stand. It's not how I feel but oh do Thy will.
Though I can't see. Your holy face. And Your throne in Heaven above. It seems so far away. . Though I can't touch. Your nail scarred hands. I have a deep and unspeakable joy.
Copyright Crystal Lewis, Brian Ray. . Jackie had a dad who didn't have Jesus. He had no hope, no reason to live. One day she told him of the peace He brings us.