Anthony Warlow

God on high Hear my prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed. Bring him home (x3) He's like the son I might have known If God had granted me a son. The summers die One by one How soon they fly O

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame For love You'd be so easy to l

There, out in the darkness, A fugitive running Fallen from grace, Fallen from grace. God be my witness I never shall yield Till we come face to face Till we come face to face! He knows his way in the dark, But mine is the way of the Lord And those wh

No man, no madness Though their sad power may prevail Can possess, conquer, my country' s heart They rise to fail She is eternal Long before nations' lines were drawn When no flags flew, when no armies stood My land was born And you ask me why I love