Fall in Disease
try to save myself but myself keeps slipping away,
try to save myself but myself keeps slipping away,
talking to myself on the way to the station,
pictures in my head of a final destination,
all my doubts for the ones who are allowed to stay,
try to save myself but myself keeps slipping away,
whoa oh oh oh,
whoa oh oh oh,
whoa oh oh oh,
whoa oh oh oh,
whoa oh oh oh,
try to save a place for my cuts and the scratches,
try to over come my complacations and the catches,
nothin ever grows where
Green Pastures
(Traditional/Brian Ahern)
Troubles and trials often betray those
On in the weary body to stray
But we shall walk beside the still waters
With the Good Shepherd leading The Way
Those who have strayed were sought by The Master
He who once gave His life for the sheep
Out on the mountain still He is searching
Bringing them in forever to keep
Going up home to live in green pastures
Where we shall live and die never more
Even The Lord will be in that number
When we shall reach that Heavenly Shore
We will not heed the voice of the stranger
For he would lead us all to despair
Following on with Jesus our savior
We shall all reach that country so fair
Going up home to live in green pastures
Where we shall live and die never more
Even The Lord will be in that number
When we shall reach that Heavenly Shore