When our souls were introduced No one of us could ever know What we will be going through Feeling high, feeling low
Been in hell, been above Cried for help, cried for love And when darkness sleeps beside you And the morning is far away I wanna hold your hand and guide you
Out of hell, out of darkness Finally we´re able to see See the beauty not the beasts One step further up at least But one day
We will shine, we will shine We will fly so high We will shine, we will shine We will fly so high High
We all four grew up together in a small Virginia country town. And, for some strange reason... God only knows... we got to singin' around. And about twice a year at the National Guard Armory or the old school house we'd go see the Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town to sing especially for me. They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women, and men with the mortgage on their homes. Farmers and teachers, rich men and preachers... the old school house was full, and they would come. And we bought up every album, every picture, every single; their autographs were the only things free. But the main thing they were sellin' was Jesus and good singin' in that old school house where the Blackwoods sang for me. And they would sing (and they would sing) "Hide me, old blest Rock of Ages"; every day will be Sunday by and by. Heavenly love inside the gates, give the world a smile each day. They were all peace like a river to my soul. that chilly Jordan (chilly Jordan), and I want to be more and more like Jesus every day. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham at the old country church. "God made a way for me.", that's what the good book says. How many times (how many times) have we heard them sing those songs? So many times (so many times) They've been our idols for so long. And, God, if there's an old school house in Heaven, let me be somewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me. The road... the road... the road of Calvary. And, God, if there's an old school house in Heaven, let me be somewhere close where I can hear the Blackwoods sing for me.
walking through dark streets but always looking for someway to stroke my skin. nobody's shaking, my kneew are weak and intense emotion over flowing in me
I try to find myself, I try to move on don't know where I am, please carry me home I try to find myself, I try to move on don't know where I am, please carry me home
but I tell you what's inside of me will never die, will never die.