In the now and the zeal,
that those of us who believe in our faith so I face,
the final contrast.

My faith has tell clear us,
Has tell clear us,
He's love un-for,
He's love un-for,
He's trouble ten,
looking so un-for way,
And more,
must more the days,
I did my way.

With grass,
I have a few,
but again,
confusing measures,
I leave what I have to do,
I stay alone,
oh with a child,
with plan,
He's love un-for,
He's trouble ten,
looking so un-for way,
And more, must more the days,
I did my way.

Yes, in a time,
where all hell has gone,
Where I can hold,
you still in love,
you still in love,
And I do hold, oh, to we,
where I can talk,
and to the Lord,
and did my way.

I see the whole,
oh, this child,
with plan,
He's trouble ten, looking so un-for, He's trouble ten,
looking so un-for way,
And more,
must more the days,
I did my way.

For what art is a man,
where all is gone,
Where I can hold,
you still in love,
you still in love,
And to the fear,
is not to watch we,
Where I can talk,
and to the Lord,
and did my way.

Where I can talk,
and to the Lord,
and did my way.