Lyrics:
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors
There are doors that open by
can help a friend
I'm gonna give all my heart
Make a new start
In the world this morning
See if I can help a friend
If they scorn me today
The door it opened slowly
And my father he came in
I was nine years old
And he stood so far above me
And his blue eyes they were shining
And his
The scattered pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand, washed by the waves
A shadow forms cast by a cloud
Skimming by as eyes of the past
The scattered pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand, washed by the waves
A shadow forms cast by a cloud
Skimming by as eyes of the past
Written by Bonnie Dodd - Charles Mitchell
Recorded by Hank Snow
If it's wrong to love you wrong I'll alway be
Though the world may scorn me darling
Written by Bonnie Dodd - Charles Mitchell
Recorded by Hank Snow
If it's wrong to love you wrong I'll alway be
Though the world may scorn me darling
rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He
Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(Oh, tidings of comfort
There is a land not far from the ears of sound
The eyes of sight can't see
It's over the trees
You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze
few people get
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
Jewry
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
Imma fucking take the world, I take the world by storm
Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn, Issa Scorn
I just hate the fact that I was born, Scorn
Issa Scorn
What
that isn't torn
A heart that will not harden
A place that I can be born
In my secret garden
A rose without a thorn
A lover without scorn
If I
simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by
there) with a load (he's there)
That's when Jesus is a comforter (to my soul)
Well you may scorn me turn your back on me
God's got his arms wrapped
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
Run until you cant feel anymore
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
The earthen mother's whispers turn to scorn
One
By one
Have
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