Io non ci credevo sai che avrei incontrato te non mi sembrava quasi vero scoprire che facevi parte gia di me Io vorrei parlare con i miei per dirgli che
Ho gia provato a chiamarti ma tu, forse sei uscita non ci provo piu, poi all'improvviso il tuo viso laggiu , Dio, che paura la voglia di te... ma no,
So quasi du misi ca gente me pija pe pazze, pecche passo e spasso ogni jorne fora a stu palazz, pe scagne na vota me ritte...."lo sai che mi piaci", e
Soft as a dove Touching the hand that lays next to me Innocent light Leading us through a moment in time Then you came home I let you cry like a father
Rain come down for days makes such thunder This old house can't take that much more And it just might Take you and me under Makin' such a great commotion
(Robert B. Ferguson) When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't
On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love A sign from above on the wings of a dove When troubles surround us when evils come the
On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) When troubles
Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Woah woah, for the wings of a dove Woah woah
On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When Noah had drifted on the flood many days
Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa
On the wings of a snow white dove, he sends his pure sweet love. A sign from above, on the wings of a dove. When troubles surround us, when evils come
When the bound of day falls sky-line glows as your passion the scent of anquish small though only such futile impression A night queen runs along
Holy Roman orgy, fondlers of the cloth. Catholic schools i.d. possible elementary level queer stock. Gay, shamed and guilted over to god, slipping the
When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak and the spirit grows numb When these things
WINGS OF A DOVE (Bob Ferguson) « © '59 Husky Music » On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love A sign from above
On the wings of a snow white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above on the wings of a dove When troubles surround us when evils come the
On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love A sign from above on the wings of a dove When troubles surround us when evils come The