This I Know Songtext
von David’s Lyre

This I know
For Bacchus we kissed
and we hid in our wistful youth
Now we′ve grown
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt

Dark ropes climb this mast
That seldom will last
We were doomed from the start
Doomed from the start
We fell from this grace
Wrong course set to chase
We were doomed from the start


This I know
For Bacchus we kissed
and we hid in our wistful youth
Now we′ve grown
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt

And though this harvest surpassed
the hopes held in hearts
The rain failed to fall
The rain failed to fall
Though we scorched the land
Our mistakes held in hand
We failed to fall

For Bacchus we kissed
and we hid in our wistful youth
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don't dare to wilt

This I know
For Bacchus we kissed
and we hid in our wistful youth
Now we′ve grown
With fruit here we bear
Our leaves the don′t dare to wilt