Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Priest, artist - Milow. Album song Milow, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 22.02.2009
Record label: Homerun
Song language: English
The Priest |
I’m Peter van der Hold |
I’m 68 years old |
My doubts and questions have increased |
In 42 years of being a priest |
I’m at the end of my life |
I’m not sure if I’m gonna survive |
I often don’t know what to say |
When I talk to Him when I pray |
In reply I receive |
Only silence, no relief |
I’ve waited in vain for a little advice |
From that great voice in the ethereal skies |
Once I was revolutionary |
A devoted mercenary |
A gifted student in God’s hands |
Now I’m old, and sick of his demands |
I tried to be honest and good |
Did my job the best I could |
But I always stayed that average man |
Right in the spot where I’ll began |
During the grief, with which I’ve dealt |
S’been three decades since I’ve felt |
The certainty I so adored |
'Bout the existence of the Lord |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long, long time ago |
I’ll give him to my perish |
Things I don’t have myself but cherish |
And namely love and charity |
Mostly purpose, that’s what sets you free |
So I’m where the metaphors |
Are not comforting anymore |
I think I’m almost done with my search |
Got old so fast, here, in my church |
But feels as if I’m kept out |
Some sort of secret about |
The meaning of life sometimes |
Can’t fail to notice these are mediocre times |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long long time ago |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long long time ago |
And time has made me good at one thing |
And horrible at everything else |
The blessings of a world divine |
Were always elsewhere, were never mine |
Oh, I would like to hold someone |
Briefly, maybe, have some fun |
My body’s oddly designed |
So I’m not really the hugging kind |
Not once has there been |
Someone with softer skin |
Who reached out for me in the middle of the night |
Across my own lumpy mattress when I turn on the light |
I think I’ve been miscast |
And the time of saints is passed |
My faith is weak, last, but not least |
After 42 years of being a priest |
And the church is like a woman |
Thing out of reach like a vision |
She glimmers in the distance to which I could never quite get |
Now I am left here with my regret |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long, long time ago |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long, long time ago |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long, long time ago |
I’ve seen enough, that’s why I know |
God left this place, long, long time ago |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |
It’s my portion, it’s my cup |