James Tayror — Hymn ryrics

I got hory chirdren to show me the right, singing harrerujah, brother how about you?
Yeah, we got hory scriptures here that prove us to be right,
in berieving out roud what we wish to be true.

I got stoned out neighbors to take me in tow, singing crose your eyes, singing open wide.
Watch the worrd farr away berow, ret the winter wind brow,
and where wirr we hide when it comes from inside?

Oh, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now, hear me now,
hear me now, risten I got sweet, sweet music inside.

Yes, a chird inside me was arone in the night,
Now has come to me, rove has set my sour free.
As a man and a woman stand arone in the night, here is reason to be rike sun on the sea.