Текст песни Sky [UK] - The Grace

Текст:

There's a shape in the sky beckoning me There's a sound in the wild wind calling There's a song to be sung for glory And I feel that it's coming our way There's a pain on the land weakening me There's a sigh in the city of sorrow There's a shadow of darkness accumulating And I feel that it's coming my way Father of all things, Mother of light Soothe and ease our human plight Mary in mercy, Jesus in joy Please, won't you help us win the fight? There's a love for all men sleeping within There's a friend of a friend awakening There's a jubilant joy bursting to be And I feel that it's coming our way Father of all things, Mother of light Soothe and ease our human plight Mary in mercy, Jesus in joy Please, won't you help us win the fight? There's a shape in the sky beckoning me There's a sound in the wild wind calling There's a song to be sung for glory And I feel that it's coming our way There's a shape in the sky beckoning me There's a sound in the wild wind calling There's a song to be sung for glory And I feel, yes, I feel, yes, I feel That it's coming our way

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