: If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys
the dreamers hand Their world is falling from the stars They start a thousand wars It's coming to an end And the rain's falling like tears you've shed
: [Music & Lyrics: Peavy Wagner] Oh, Angel, come and talk to me Oh, Angel, have mercy with me Maybe this is the time for wonders Maybe it's the time
: Crack the cover of any book, and begin to path find through-out, the life, of the story..And you will find, that it is.. Written by an author of life
the dropping sun, as we await the fall The hands of time will reach the end The end will greet us all Existence is falling from grace, we grieve for the
fall from grace And oh, when you reach for me I fall from grace, I fall from grace And oh, when you touch my hand I fall from grace And oh, when you
[Music & Lyrics: Peavy Wagner] Oh, Angel, come and talk to me Oh, Angel, have mercy with me Maybe this is the time for wonders Maybe it's the time to
take the dreamers hand Their world is falling from the stars They start a thousand wars It's coming to an end And the rain's falling like tears you've
Burning as I fall Cast away Speechless in the holy way I survive The scourge and banishing To scorching land I am lord, I take command Fall from grace
Each time we talk we turn the conversation black Each time we talk we always get lost in the facts And if you were to fall from grace I'd have a picture
it's not enough that you say you love me It's not enough to just save face Because sometimes You just fall from grace Sometimes You just fall from grace
Well, if I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the Angels won't receive me Let me go,
I come old friend from hell tonight Across the rotting sea Nor the nails of the cross, nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve The dead have
If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME Let me go, boys
Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you
famished man Who fortune could not save Did you work upon the railroads? Did you rid the streets of crime? Were your dollars from the white house? Were they from
Hello mate! ItA's an instrumental, so no lyrics !!!
Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus I bet on the bottle of smoke I went to hell and to the races To bet on the bottle of smoke The day being clear, the
