When the sands of time are running out. When the voice of opression screams and shouts. When all seems lost, you've got to try. To never let your spirit die An angel came to greet me. It happened
Chorus. Spirit, spirit, hey, (Hey) do you really care?. (Don't you know your brothers hungry?). Spirit. (Don't you know your sisters lonely?). Spirit, hey. (Don't you know there's babies cryin
Don't place your trust in foolish promises sworn. Nor cryptic message scrawled upon every wall. Street corner justice beware. The spirit will find you, always be fair The shallow verse once read
on your own and your back's against the wall. May the angels bring their flame to you. When your spirit slips away. . And when the music that makes you blue. Unfolds it's secrets, the mysteries
on your own and your back's against the wall. May the angels bring their flame to you. When your spirit slips away. . And when the music that makes you blue. Unfolds it's secrets, the mysteries
). And then I heard. (Ay). You in my ear. (Ay) Sayin' it's okay, don't worry I am here. (I am here). Don't know where I, would be today. If you would ever, take your love away Don't take your spirit
Oh spirit of soul . One lie too many . Nothing matters anymore . Who would have chosen this way . It's not as if we've paid for any sin . But can there be a space for true love within . Oh
When the spirit slips away. There's nothing you can do, there's nothing you can say. May the angels be watching over you. When your spirit slips away When the darkness starts to fall. You're on
Bài hát Spirit in the Sky - Norman Greenbaum. When I die and they lay me to rest. Gonna go to the place that's the best. When I lay me down to die. Goin' up to the spirit in the sky. Goin' up to
as I breath. It's my very last try don't you tell me goodbye, I remember the place,. I remember the days, the best time of my life. . I call the spirit of yesterday, spirit of yesterday. I fall
Great Spirit come, Great Spirit come Who has chased away the moonbeams?. Who has pulled a blanket across the sky?. Who will sing in celebration. Throughout this land that's bound to die? Great
We lose ourselves. In the spirit of things. We lose our sight. And we put our trust. In things that whisper. To real world. Nothing to fade away. Yet they keep coming back. (Keep coming back). (Keep
