Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why (Key-A-Premiere Performance Plus), artist - Nichole Nordeman. Album song Why (Premiere Performance Plus Track), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Sparrow
Song language: English
Why (Key-A-Premiere Performance Plus) |
We rode into town the other day |
Just me and my daddy |
He said I’d finally reached that age |
And I could ride next to him on a horse |
That of course, was not quite as wild |
We heard a crowd of people shouting |
And so we stopped to find out why |
There was that man that my dad said he loved |
But today there was fear in his eyes |
So I said, 'Daddy, why are they screaming? |
Why are the faces of some of them beaming? |
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe? |
I bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows |
Daddy please, can’t you do something? |
He looks as though He’s gonna cry |
You said He was stronger than all of those guys; |
Daddy, please tell me why |
Why does everyone want Him to die?' |
Later that day, the sky grew cloudy |
And Daddy said I should go inside |
Somehow he knew things would get stormy |
Boy was he right, but I could not keep from wondering |
If there was something he had to hide |
So after he left, I had to find out |
I was not afraid of getting lost |
So I followed the crowds to a hill |
Where I knew men had been killed |
And I heard a voice come from the cross |
And it said, 'Father, why are they screaming? |
Why are the faces of some of them beaming? |
Why are they casting their lots for my robe? |
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows |
Father please, can’t you do something? |
I know that You must hear my cry |
I thought I could handle a cross of this size |
Father, remind me why |
Why does everyone want me to die? |
Oh, when will I understand why?' |
My precious son, I hear them screaming |
I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming |
But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own |
Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know |
But this dark hour, I must do nothing |
Though I’ve heard your unbearable cry |
The power in your blood destroys all of the lies; |
Soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes |
Look, there below, see the child |
Trembling by her father’s side |
Now I can tell you why… |
She is why you must die |