Is this real life's gravity
Or some hand me down fantasy?
Brought down from a landslide
No escaping God's reality
Open my eyes – I cannot pretend to see
To‘the good news’- pressed into some hazy reality.
I'm just a poor boy - where’s my pot of gold?
Because life seems easy come, easy go
A little high, from deep below.
Lifted up a cruel cross - it’s burden cannot bear.
Ooh mama - the reeling wind still blows,
Only 'God’s Word' really matters anymore.
Mamma, they killed a good man,
A just man - they nailed Him to a tree.
He bled to death for you and me.
Mama, life has just begun
But now I'll throw it all away.
Mama, oooh mamma
Didn't mean to make you cry.
If tomorrow brings on a lift of sorrow.
Carry on, - it really doesn't matter anyhow.
Too late, to late - it's my time to go
Sends creepy shivers - right down my spine.
My heart remains - all ripped apart.
Goodbye mama - I simply have to go.
Gonna leave you behind - to face the truth alone.
Mama, ooo - anyways the wailing wind still blows.
Mamma - I don't really wanna die
But wish by fate I was born again.
I see as silhouette of a good man - fading
They nailed Him to a tree.
Thunderbolt and lightning - very, very frightening
Galileo let me know.
I'm just a poor boy - my mind's a broken toy.
With no means - raised from a poor family
Spare my life from this rhapsody
Easy come easy go - why won't you let me go.
Evil says-"no, we will never let you go - let him go"
Voices - echo will never let you go - let him go
Beelzebub - will never let me go - let me go.
Never let me go - oh no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
The devil has set aside a plot for me. oh no, oh no.
You may stone me or spit me in my eye
Don't think you can leave me alone to die.
I'll be buried beneath this morbid plot
"Oh baby - can't do this to my baby"
Mamma mia - just learn to let me go!
...Oh mama, mama mia magnifico!
'This Jesus' is all that matters anyhow.
As far as I can see - my eyes have been opened wide!
'Cause God's loves is near – my 'Jesus’ is real to me.
I can face tomorrow - and dump my load of sorrows.
To be raised from the ground - but the true God will never let me down.
I know, I know so - for the Spirit's 'Rushing Wind' still blows.
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