's own will So sad was His face there the birds hushed their singing They were walking my Lord up Calvary's hill They were walking my Lord up Calvary's
sheep he was humble to his Father's own will So sad was his face there the birds hushed their singing They were walking my Lord up Calvary's hill. In
Traduction: Vincent, Rhonda. Marcher Mon Seigneur jusqu'à la colline du Calvaire.
a sheep he was humble to his Father's own will So sad was his face there the birds hushed their singing They were walking my Lord up Calvary's hill.
