I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive I often don't know what to say When I talk to Him, when I pray In reply I receive Only silence, no relieve I've waited in vain for a little advice From that great voice in the therial skies
Once I was revolutionary A devoted mercenary A gifted student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his demands I tried to be honest and good Did my job the best I could But I always stayed that average man Right in the spot where I'll be began During the grieve with which I've dealt Spent three decades since I've felt The certainty I so have adored 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
I'll give him to my perish Things I don't have myself but cherish And namely love and charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphore I'm not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church But feels as if I'm kept out Some sort of secret about The meaning of life sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
And time has made me good at one thing And horrible at everything else The blessings of a world divine Were always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would like to hold someone Briefly maybe have some fun My body's hardly designed So I'm not really the hugging kind Not once has there been Someone with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the night 'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light I think I've been miscast And the time of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not least After 42 years of being a priest The church is like a woman Thing out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get Now I've left you with my regret
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
It's my portion, it's my call... It's my portion, it's my call...
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Once I was revolutionary A devoted mercenary A gifted student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his demands I tried to be honest and good Did my job the best I could But I always stayed that average man Right in the spot where I'll be began During the grieve with which I've dealt Spent three decades since I've felt The certainty I so have adored 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
I'll give him to my perish Things I don't have myself but cherish And namely love and charity Mostly purpose that's what sets you free So I'm where the metaphore I'm not comforting anymore I think I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my church But feels as if I'm kept out Some sort of secret about The meaning of life sometimes Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
And time has made me good at one thing And horrible at everything else The blessings of a world divine Were always elsewhere and never mine Oh, I would like to hold someone Briefly maybe have some fun My body's hardly designed So I'm not really the hugging kind Not once has there been Someone with a softer skin Who reached out for me in the middle of the night 'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light I think I've been miscast And the time of saints is passed My faith is reclassed but not least After 42 years of being a priest The church is like a woman Thing out of reach like a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get Now I've left you with my regret
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago I've seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long time ago
It's my portion, it's my call... It's my portion, it's my call...
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