Текст песни Streets Of Heaven, Sherrie Austin
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Visiting hours are over, time for our bedside tug of war. This sleeping child between us may not make it through the night. I m fighting back the tears as she fights for her life. Well, it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Don t you know one day she ll be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. She s much too young to be on her own: Barely just turned seven. So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of heaven? Tell me God, do you remember the wishes that she made, As she blew out the candles on her last birthday cake? She wants to ride a pony when she is big enough. She wants to marry her daddy when she s all grown up. Well, it must be kind of crowded, On the streets of Heaven. So tell me: what do you need her for? Dont t you know one day she ll be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. she s much to young to be on her own: barely just turned seven. So who will hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven? Lord, dont you know she s my angel You got plenty of your own And I know you hold a place for her But she s already got a home Well I don t know if you re listenin But praying is all that s left to do So I ask you Lord have mercy, you lost a son once too And it must be kind of crowded, on the streets of Heaven. so tell me: what do you need her for dont you know one day she ll be your little girl forever. But right now I need her so much more. Lord, I know once you ve made up your mind, There s no use in beggin . So if you take her with you today, will you make sure she looks both ways, And would you hold her hand when she crosses the streets of Heaven. The streets of Heaven. |