Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hymn #101, artist - The Ballroom Thieves. Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Song language: English
Hymn #101 |
| And I’ve come to know the wishlist of my father |
| I’ve come to know the shipwrecks where he wished |
| I’ve come to wish aloud |
| Among the over-dressed crowd |
| Come to witness now the sinking of the ship |
| Throwing pennies from the sea-top next to it |
| And I’ve come to roam the forest passed the village |
| With a dozen lazy horses and my cart |
| I’ve come here to get high |
| To do more than just get by |
| I’ve come to test the timber of my heart |
| Oh, I’ve come to test the timbre of my heart |
| And I’ve come to be untroubled in my seeking |
| And I’ve come to see that nothing is for naught |
| I’ve come to reach out blind |
| To reach forward and behind |
| For the more I seek, the more I am sought |
| Yeah, the more I seek, the more I’m sought |
| And I’ve come to meet the sheriff and his posse |
| To offer him the broadside of my jaw |
| I’ve come here to get broke |
| Then maybe bum a smoke |
| We’ll go drinking two towns over after all |
| Oh, we’ll go drinking two towns over after all |
| And I’ve come to meet the legendary takers |
| I’ve only come to ask them for a lot |
| Oh, they say I come with less |
| Than I should rightfully possess |
| I say, the more I buy, the more I’m bought |
| And the more I’m bought, the less I cost |
| And I’ve come to take their servants and their surplus |
| And I’ve come to take their raincoats and their speed |
| I’ve come to get my fill |
| To ransack and spill |
| I’ve come to take the harvest for the seed |
| I’ve come to take the harvest for the seed |
| And I’ve come to know the manger that you sleep in |
| I’ve come to be the stranger that you keep |
| I’ve come from down the road |
| And my footsteps never slowed |
| Before we met, I knew we’d meet |
| Before we met, I knew we’d meet |
| And I’ve come here to ignore your cries and heartaches |
| I’ve come to closely listen to you sing |
| I’ve come here to insist |
| That I leave here with a kiss |
| I’ve come to say exactly what I mean |
| And I mean so many things |
| And you’ve come to know me stubborn as a butcher |
| And you’ve come to know me thankless as a guest |
| Will you recognize my face |
| When God’s awful grace |
| Strips me of my jacket and my vest |
| And reveals all the treasure in my chest? |