Yeah, if bein' lost means never knowin' How it feels without you Oh, if bein' lost means that I'm never Gonna be without you I wanna stay lost forever I wanna stay lost
Übersetzung: Faith Hill. Lost.
wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happieness and companionship Remember when I treated you good I moved you up to hills, out
: (Bob Dylan) Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail
Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one Are you waiting for the righteous one? With the faith
light And the miles we have come And the battles won and lost Are just so many roads travelled So many rivers crossed And I ask God for the strength And faith
bells of hope and faith Ring for my damnation I am at the gallows end With sad emotions, I sing this epitaph my swansong, my headstone, the farewell of my heart The hills
death tone I see She waves for them and ends a tale to be told for me the Avalon eyes. Night stood still upon this blood red hill, where brave men came
of your life is here to carry on The toughness and ability The faith is keeping strong And we will carry on Push by his faith Heading for that deal In
fight A top the hill Moses stands Power in each hand Die defeat terminate amalek Cry defeat holy victory Joshua fought amalek Time came to pass His faith
done walked for miles And my heart could be cryin' Dead in the middle of a smile But then I climbed the hills And saw the mountains I hollered help 'cause I was lost
before he died Easter Sunday rolled around In a country church for the lost and found Oh, Sam was there against his will As the preacher spoke on Calvary's Hill
anyway anyhow Me, well I lost my faith when I lost my wife But those things don't seem to matter much to me now 'Cause tonight I'll be on that hill '
away It wasn't always a hit and run relationship It use to be love, happiness and companionship Remember when I treated you good I moved you up to hills
Lost John's sittin' on a railroad track Something's out of whack Blues this mornin' fallin' down like hail Gonna leave a greasy trail Gonna travel the
Scott Wiseman Spoken: In the hills of North Carolina, since the times of the early settlers, a strange light has been witnessed near the top of Brown
