The Great Physician Songtext
von The Twelve Canons
The Great Physician Songtext
Oh Jesus, console me
Is the light I shine unholy?
These haven′t been the best of years for me
The candle, it flickers
And the smoke, it grows much thicker
The way it curls has made it hard to see
Oh father, assure me
That the hands with which you cure me
Are not the hands that made me first unwell
The ground, it is quaking
and the doctor's hands are shaking
The great physician is sending me to hell
Is the light I shine unholy?
These haven′t been the best of years for me
The candle, it flickers
And the smoke, it grows much thicker
The way it curls has made it hard to see
Oh father, assure me
That the hands with which you cure me
Are not the hands that made me first unwell
The ground, it is quaking
and the doctor's hands are shaking
The great physician is sending me to hell
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