Steve Brookstein - Yah Mo B There Lyrics
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Yah Mo B There
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What Are The Lyrics For Yah Mo B There By Steve Brookstein?
Heavenly father watching us all
We take from each other and give nothing at all Well it's a dog-gone shame But never too late for change So if your luck runs low Just reach out and call his name, his name Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there Whenever you call So never be lonely lost in the night Just run from the darkness Looking for the light 'Cause it's a long hard road That leads to a brighter day Don't let your heart grow cold Just reach out and call his name, his name Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there Whenever you call You can count on it brother 'Cause we're all just finding our way Travelling through time People got to keep pushing on No matter how many dreams slip away Yeah mo be there Well it's a dog-gone shame But never too late for change So if your luck runs low And reach out and call his name, his name Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there (up and over) Yeah mo be there Whenever you call |
Who Wrote Yah Mo B There By Steve Brookstein?
James E. Ingram, Michael Mcdonald, Quincy D. Jones, Rodney Lynn Temperton
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What's The Duration Of The Yah Mo B There By Steve Brookstein?The duration of Yah Mo B There is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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