歌词
I came down from the highlands,
With a cloak of the sun,
Rags I was wearing,
Traded for nothing I’ve done
This was worn by the King,
For it’s as bright as the sun,
For He alone has woven,
You can’t hem or gild what He’s done
Enter by the gate,
And you will wear His cloak,
Enter by the gate,
Lest you be a rogue
I came down from the highlands,
I came down just to ask you,
Are you tired of weaving?
A cloak you’ll never subdue?
Enter by the gate,
And you will wear His cloak,
Enter by the gate,
Lest you be a rogue
Written by: Jacob Jeanson
