Song | Climb On Up |
Artist | Wayne Watson |
Album | Living Room |
作曲 : Watson | |
I guess you can stay down in that pit if you want to | |
But I'm ready to start crawlin' out of mine | |
I know it's easy to get comfortable here | |
Seems like everybody's gotta do a little time | |
But one of these day's you're gonna lift up your head | |
Stop your daily conversations with your pain | |
No more long lunches with that pitiful you | |
You're gonna set your eyes on Jesus again | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land | |
I know with a word He could make everything right | |
He could wipe all the clouds from the sky | |
He could hold out His hand and bring peace to the sea | |
He could even dry every tear from your eyes | |
But you know these arms go weak | |
If they don't push and pull and struggle | |
With the body, with the mind, and the soul | |
Maybe God's plan to get this rock off my back | |
Is to help me pull some brother, some brother from the hole | |
And tell him to | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land |
zuò qǔ : Watson | |
I guess you can stay down in that pit if you want to | |
But I' m ready to start crawlin' out of mine | |
I know it' s easy to get comfortable here | |
Seems like everybody' s gotta do a little time | |
But one of these day' s you' re gonna lift up your head | |
Stop your daily conversations with your pain | |
No more long lunches with that pitiful you | |
You' re gonna set your eyes on Jesus again | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land | |
I know with a word He could make everything right | |
He could wipe all the clouds from the sky | |
He could hold out His hand and bring peace to the sea | |
He could even dry every tear from your eyes | |
But you know these arms go weak | |
If they don' t push and pull and struggle | |
With the body, with the mind, and the soul | |
Maybe God' s plan to get this rock off my back | |
Is to help me pull some brother, some brother from the hole | |
And tell him to | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
You can do it, yes you can | |
Come on, climb on up here with me | |
Higher ground, promised land |