His Name Is Andrew

His Name Is Andrew文本歌词

作曲 : Ackles David

His name is Andrew

He works at the canning factory

He doesn't have a friend

He chooses to wait alone for his life to end

When Andrew was just a little boy

He learned all the words to all the hymns of joy

And he sang them on Sunday

And he sang them on Monday

And through April and through May

And he caught them say

God is love, God is love

And he believed them

This child was Andrew

He lived in a world of no sense

On him the lion grinned

He sang in the arms of God as he strung along

When Andrew was tall and twenty-one

He wandered far from God and wondered what he'd done

For he still sang on Sunday

Though he muddled through Monday

With a silence in his head

Till in jest it said

God redeems, God redeems

And he believed it

This man was Andrew

On hearing a voice he thought was stilled

Returned to the arms of grace

He stumbled from the arms of night into a lighted place

When Andrew returned into the light

He lifted his voice and sang away the night

And the preacher from Sunday

Heard him singing on Monday

And he stopped him with a word

From the dark he heard

God is dead, God is dead

And he believed it

My name is Andrew

I work at the canning factory

I do not have a friend

I choose to wait alone for this life to end

His Name Is AndrewLRC歌词

作曲 : Ackles David

His name is Andrew

He works at the canning factory

He doesn't have a friend

He chooses to wait alone for his life to end

When Andrew was just a little boy

He learned all the words to all the hymns of joy

And he sang them on Sunday

And he sang them on Monday

And through April and through May

And he caught them say

God is love, God is love

And he believed them

This child was Andrew

He lived in a world of no sense

On him the lion grinned

He sang in the arms of God as he strung along

When Andrew was tall and twenty-one

He wandered far from God and wondered what he'd done

For he still sang on Sunday

Though he muddled through Monday

With a silence in his head

Till in jest it said

God redeems, God redeems

And he believed it

This man was Andrew

On hearing a voice he thought was stilled

Returned to the arms of grace

He stumbled from the arms of night into a lighted place

When Andrew returned into the light

He lifted his voice and sang away the night

And the preacher from Sunday

Heard him singing on Monday

And he stopped him with a word

From the dark he heard

God is dead, God is dead

And he believed it

My name is Andrew

I work at the canning factory

I do not have a friend

I choose to wait alone for this life to end