| Song | Terre Haute |
| Artist | Woven Hand |
| Album | The Threshingfloor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : David Eugene Edwards |
| [00:25.251] | Flash your language covered on the shelf in dust |
| [00:30.966] | This street was once a creek of a one Lord rule I trust |
| [00:36.235] | Duly, duly signed, Cora Cora Carter |
| [00:39.296] | Born of the fall, in a state of Texas |
| [00:42.168] | Paid in full Fort Bliss, 1936 |
| [00:48.486] | Terre terre haute |
| [00:49.989] | All be hollow |
| [00:54.178] | He takes his breath |
| [00:55.959] | Away the four winds follow |
| [00:59.402] | Wolves tied on strings to his good words of promise |
| [01:06.333] | These are stones around the peoples neck |
| [01:10.666] | Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| [01:13.840] | The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| [01:16.440] | Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| [01:22.801] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [01:29.073] | It is he who paint by numbers |
| [01:34.209] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [01:42.942] | Terre terre haute |
| [01:44.375] | All be hollow |
| [01:48.474] | He takes his breath |
| [01:49.977] | Away the four winds follow |
| [01:54.224] | Lord Jesus, come bestow belief |
| [02:00.623] | The beauty of the finished work |
| [02:04.695] | You regard him not risen on the ancient horizon |
| [02:10.713] | Think yourself too hard, go on cast your lots |
| [02:16.943] | Terre terre haute |
| [02:18.446] | All be hollow |
| [02:22.706] | He takes his breath |
| [02:24.423] | Away his spirit follow |
| [02:28.419] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [02:34.593] | It is he who paint by numbers |
| [02:39.754] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [02:46.018] | It is he who paints by numbers |
| [02:49.222] | Judges and Ruth |
| [03:01.949] | Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| [03:05.115] | The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| [03:07.713] | Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| [03:11.825] | There, there, there |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : David Eugene Edwards |
| [00:25.251] | Flash your language covered on the shelf in dust |
| [00:30.966] | This street was once a creek of a one Lord rule I trust |
| [00:36.235] | Duly, duly signed, Cora Cora Carter |
| [00:39.296] | Born of the fall, in a state of Texas |
| [00:42.168] | Paid in full Fort Bliss, 1936 |
| [00:48.486] | Terre terre haute |
| [00:49.989] | All be hollow |
| [00:54.178] | He takes his breath |
| [00:55.959] | Away the four winds follow |
| [00:59.402] | Wolves tied on strings to his good words of promise |
| [01:06.333] | These are stones around the peoples neck |
| [01:10.666] | Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| [01:13.840] | The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| [01:16.440] | Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| [01:22.801] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [01:29.073] | It is he who paint by numbers |
| [01:34.209] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [01:42.942] | Terre terre haute |
| [01:44.375] | All be hollow |
| [01:48.474] | He takes his breath |
| [01:49.977] | Away the four winds follow |
| [01:54.224] | Lord Jesus, come bestow belief |
| [02:00.623] | The beauty of the finished work |
| [02:04.695] | You regard him not risen on the ancient horizon |
| [02:10.713] | Think yourself too hard, go on cast your lots |
| [02:16.943] | Terre terre haute |
| [02:18.446] | All be hollow |
| [02:22.706] | He takes his breath |
| [02:24.423] | Away his spirit follow |
| [02:28.419] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [02:34.593] | It is he who paint by numbers |
| [02:39.754] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [02:46.018] | It is he who paints by numbers |
| [02:49.222] | Judges and Ruth |
| [03:01.949] | Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| [03:05.115] | The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| [03:07.713] | Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| [03:11.825] | There, there, there |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : David Eugene Edwards |
| [00:25.251] | Flash your language covered on the shelf in dust |
| [00:30.966] | This street was once a creek of a one Lord rule I trust |
| [00:36.235] | Duly, duly signed, Cora Cora Carter |
| [00:39.296] | Born of the fall, in a state of Texas |
| [00:42.168] | Paid in full Fort Bliss, 1936 |
| [00:48.486] | Terre terre haute |
| [00:49.989] | All be hollow |
| [00:54.178] | He takes his breath |
| [00:55.959] | Away the four winds follow |
| [00:59.402] | Wolves tied on strings to his good words of promise |
| [01:06.333] | These are stones around the peoples neck |
| [01:10.666] | Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| [01:13.840] | The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| [01:16.440] | Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| [01:22.801] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [01:29.073] | It is he who paint by numbers |
| [01:34.209] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [01:42.942] | Terre terre haute |
| [01:44.375] | All be hollow |
| [01:48.474] | He takes his breath |
| [01:49.977] | Away the four winds follow |
| [01:54.224] | Lord Jesus, come bestow belief |
| [02:00.623] | The beauty of the finished work |
| [02:04.695] | You regard him not risen on the ancient horizon |
| [02:10.713] | Think yourself too hard, go on cast your lots |
| [02:16.943] | Terre terre haute |
| [02:18.446] | All be hollow |
| [02:22.706] | He takes his breath |
| [02:24.423] | Away his spirit follow |
| [02:28.419] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [02:34.593] | It is he who paint by numbers |
| [02:39.754] | It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| [02:46.018] | It is he who paints by numbers |
| [02:49.222] | Judges and Ruth |
| [03:01.949] | Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| [03:05.115] | The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| [03:07.713] | Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| [03:11.825] | There, there, there |