Текст песни Amy Grant - The Prodigal
Amy Grant - The Prodigal слова песни
I face the day againAgainst the window pane.I remain your closest friend,And wish you back again.You wonder how I feel;You think youve pushed too far.If only you could see this penScribbling down my heart.Ill be waiting.I may be young or old and gray,Counting the days,But Ill be waiting,And when I finally see you come,Ill run when I see you--Ill meet you.But still the days drag on.Why did you decide to go? Did you only need to seeWhat only time can show? Ill be waiting.I may be young or old and gray,Counting the days,But Ill be waiting,And when I finally see you come,Ill run when I see you.And even ifYou never do return,Still I will have learnedHow to love you better.Ill be waiting.I may be young or old and gray,Counting the days,But Ill be waiting,And when I finally see you come,Ill run to meet you.Ill be waiting.I may be young or old and gray,Counting the days,Ill be waiting,And when I finally see you come,Ill run to meet you.