Lillian Axe - The Promised Land Lyrics

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The Promised Land

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What Are The Lyrics For The Promised Land By Lillian Axe?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And every moment I'm awake I pray the Lord my soul to take. Now as I walk down this winding road, I need you to lighten the load. Hey, now, take my hand; I'll lead you to the Promised Land. One cold December so long ago, We watched the snow cling to the trees. Your lips were so warm as you kissed my hand We would have sailed the seven seas. But when you walked away, Said you could not stay, And love lay dying like a wounded dove. But if you come back now, I will take your hand And lead you to the Promised Land. Are you feeling lonely? Do you need a friend? Well, is the pain too much to stand? The seeds of love are sown inside And the memories of our lives will guide our hand. So as you fly away I will sing the day And meet you in the Promised Land. Take my hand to the Promised Land. But when you walked away, Said you could not stay, And love lay bleeding like a wounded dove. But if it needs to be Then I will set you free. And meet you in the Promised Land. Take my hand to the Promised Land. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And every moment I'm awake I pray the Lord your soul to take. |
Who Wrote The Promised Land By Lillian Axe?
Stevie Blaze
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What's The Duration Of The The Promised Land By Lillian Axe?The duration of The Promised Land is 4:19 minutes and seconds. |
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