Текст песни Caedmon`s Call - Hands Of The Potter
Caedmon`s Call - Hands Of The Potter слова песни
Lord if i`m the clayThen i`ve been left out in the sunCracked and dry, like the mud from the styStill clinging to the prodigal sonBut I`m on my way back homeYes I`m on my way back homeInto the hands (into the hands)That made wine (wine) from the waterInto the hands (into the hands)The hands of the potterLord if i`m the clay thenLet your living water flowSoften up my edges, lord,So everyone will knowBut i`m on my way back homeYes i`m on my way back homeAnd Lord, when you listen for the song of my lifeLet it be, let it be, a song so sweetLet it be, let it be, a song so sweetLet it be...Lord, if i`m the clay then lay me downOn your spinning wheelShape me into something you can fill With something realAnd I`ll be on my way back homeYes i`m on my way back home