| Song | All I Need (I Did Not Catch Her Name) |
| Artist | Caedmon's Call |
| Album | Share The Well |
| 作曲 : Goodgame | |
| I did not catch her name | |
| I did not catch her tears | |
| But they hit me like a train | |
| When her story hit my ears | |
| Mother of eight sons | |
| Father off to war | |
| Got no home address | |
| Just bricks on a dirt floor | |
| And she said, “Jesus is all I need” | |
| Tiny plot of land | |
| Corn stored up in piles | |
| The years it doesn’t rain | |
| They just stay hungry for a while | |
| With no fatted calf to kill | |
| She made a feast of cuy and corn and said | |
| Who else knew my name before | |
| The day that I was born | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| And she bragged about her boys | |
| And how they’re growing into men | |
| And how the learned to praise the Lord | |
| Old style Ecuadorian | |
| But to buy the new guitar | |
| We had to sell the swine | |
| See my boys go to school on a foreign angel’s dime | |
| This world calls me poor | |
| I bore my babies on this floor | |
| But He always provides | |
| Sure as the sun will rise | |
| So I sing Him songs of praise | |
| ‘Cause I know He keeps me in His gaze | |
| Rain fell from the sky | |
| We raced back to the van | |
| Tears in the eyes | |
| Of this poor forgetful man | |
| Mother of eight sons | |
| She knows the peace of God | |
| Lord, help me learn to lean on | |
| Thy staff and Thy rod | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need |
| zuò qǔ : Goodgame | |
| I did not catch her name | |
| I did not catch her tears | |
| But they hit me like a train | |
| When her story hit my ears | |
| Mother of eight sons | |
| Father off to war | |
| Got no home address | |
| Just bricks on a dirt floor | |
| And she said, " Jesus is all I need" | |
| Tiny plot of land | |
| Corn stored up in piles | |
| The years it doesn' t rain | |
| They just stay hungry for a while | |
| With no fatted calf to kill | |
| She made a feast of cuy and corn and said | |
| Who else knew my name before | |
| The day that I was born | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| And she bragged about her boys | |
| And how they' re growing into men | |
| And how the learned to praise the Lord | |
| Old style Ecuadorian | |
| But to buy the new guitar | |
| We had to sell the swine | |
| See my boys go to school on a foreign angel' s dime | |
| This world calls me poor | |
| I bore my babies on this floor | |
| But He always provides | |
| Sure as the sun will rise | |
| So I sing Him songs of praise | |
| ' Cause I know He keeps me in His gaze | |
| Rain fell from the sky | |
| We raced back to the van | |
| Tears in the eyes | |
| Of this poor forgetful man | |
| Mother of eight sons | |
| She knows the peace of God | |
| Lord, help me learn to lean on | |
| Thy staff and Thy rod | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need | |
| Jesus is all I need |