thy will be done
here on this highway
in every house and field I pray
all in meekness yield
aided by want
among stranger people
to disgrace so soon I`ve come
drift like sleep
into the hotel montana
lay low for thy names sake
el matador louisiana
full of bulls blood and what not
coarse jest to a tight knot
you are not acquainted with your own heart
frozen prayer upon my lips
inside the blood runs hot
he was reviled
yet he reviled not
like a voice in an empty house
breath your breath
and speak to me
speak to me
it`s a dry leaf that shivers on the branch
what matter if the wind cast it down
with a ruthless hand
cause we remember always
that it took place forever
thy kingdom come in
whosoever
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WOVEN HAND lyrics