Songteksten

When days of Beauty deck the earth Or stormy nights descend How well my spirit knows the path On which it ought to wend It seeks the consecrated spot Beloved in childhood's years The space between is all forgot Its sufferings and its tears How well my spirit knows the path, How well my spirit knows the path On which it ought to wend Consecrated spot, Consecrated spot
Writer(s): Ola Gjeilo, Emily Jane Bronte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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