Bethlehem Songtext
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Bethlehem Songtext
Ah, they said, time has wheeled on at last
A song of old, a breath away from the past
One alone, one whose heart was for all
Ah, they said, one who′d come for us all
One of the spirits who danced from beyond the pale world
A breath of the Godhead in man, sweet sunlight in turn
A child of the prophets born 'neath the wandering star
Honored with golden light from the wise men afar
Ah, they said, time has wheeled on at last
A song of old, a breath away from the past
One alone, one whose heart was for all
Ah, they said, one who′d come for us all
With orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This prophet of many, this light with the elder God's grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to face the unknown
With orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This prophet of many, this light with the elder God's grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to face the unknown
With orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This prophet of many, this light with the elder God′s grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to
Face the unknownThis prophet of many
This light with the elder gods′ honour
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring
To face the unknown
A song of old, a breath away from the past
One alone, one whose heart was for all
Ah, they said, one who′d come for us all
One of the spirits who danced from beyond the pale world
A breath of the Godhead in man, sweet sunlight in turn
A child of the prophets born 'neath the wandering star
Honored with golden light from the wise men afar
Ah, they said, time has wheeled on at last
A song of old, a breath away from the past
One alone, one whose heart was for all
Ah, they said, one who′d come for us all
With orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This prophet of many, this light with the elder God's grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to face the unknown
With orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This prophet of many, this light with the elder God's grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to face the unknown
With orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep
This prophet of many, this light with the elder God′s grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to
Face the unknownThis prophet of many
This light with the elder gods′ honour
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring
To face the unknown
Writer(s): Alex Macdougall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

