Bob Carlisle - Power of love

Tekst :

Built like a tower,
stood about 6 foot 4,
known to be the meanest man
in town
(and nobody could)
really get next to him,
least nobody could before,
(but that was long before)
before the power of love came down.

It happened one cold night
at the birth of his new baby,
holding him so tight,
that man was weeping like a child,
to the power.

Chorus:
(It s the power of love)
Make a grown man show his weakness,
bowing to the power of love.
(It s the power of love)
Make the coldest heart a believer,
believer in the power of love.
(It s the power of love)

Verse 2:
She s a lonely widow
livin in her mansion all alone
and no one ever saw her
come or go
(but every Friday night)
she would slip unnoticed to the
mission down the road
cause that s where all the
hungry people go.

Spent all her time,
tears and money,
just to help them through the pain.
She was frail, but ain it funny,
she was 8 feet tall with the
power of love.

Chorus:....

It s an amazing mystery.
It can put you on your feet
or drive you to your knees.

Inne utwory

  • You must have been an angel
  • Mighty love
  • I will shelter you
  • Forgiveness
  • Heaven
  • International
  • First, last & always
  • Butterfly kisses
  • True believer
  • In the sky
  • All of me
  • I still believe in you
  • My desire
  • Christmas shoes
  • After all
  • Losowe utwory

    Mr. President

    Close your eyes
    Look inside
    You ll discover you have an eye
    Eyes can see
    What you hide
    It s like a picture from the smallest child
    Lay your head
    Down at night
    And you ll just think about the wrongs and rights
    Fast Asleep
    Like a child
    Now we ll just wish you a sweet good night

    She said
    Hey there, Mr....

    Revolutionary beat

    [Let s Ride]

    [Chorus]
    If we can t live in peace then fuck it let s die
    They aint tryin to hear us then fuck it let s ride
    Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his eye
    Smash mode soilder we runnin out of...

    Come home

    Stuck between the do or die, I feel emaciated.
    Hard to breathe I try and try, I ll get asphyxiated.
    Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to.

    Every sky is blue, but not for me and you.

    Come home, come home, come home,...

    Marigold

    She makes me crazy, like flowers
    Make me crazy, my marigold
    Like a fist full of daisies, or a
    Pocket full of posies, or marigolds
    Colors all collide now in meadows
    And in daydreams of golden hue,
    Crying yellow
    Raining green
    And...

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    A curacies called pain and
    anguish. Welcome lades and gatemen step right up and become part of the show.
    Deal with your own creation.

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    Androids will tremble to it’s rafters of
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