Frank Sinatra/Vanessa Carlton - Rain On My Field Тексты

Rain on my field, rain on my field
Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Rain on my field, rain on my field
Holy spirit, rain on my field

The ground of my ehart is Your field, Lord
But sometimes, (I let the cares of this world)
I let my field get hardened (Lord) break up,
break up the fallow ground
(And) plant new seeds once again
So my harvest may be plentiful and useful to Your hands