The priest
par Milow
lyricscopy.com
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 ethereal 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 began
During the grieve with which I´ve dealt
Spent three decades since I´ve felt
The certainty I so 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 metaphores
Are 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 live 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´m stuck here 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 cup...
It´s my portion, it´s my cup...
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 ethereal 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 began
During the grieve with which I´ve dealt
Spent three decades since I´ve felt
The certainty I so 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 metaphores
Are 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 live 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´m stuck here 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 cup...
It´s my portion, it´s my cup...