Paroles de Oh Lord, What Are You Doing To Me

You never place gold dust in my hair You made me a child of a no good man My only love precious gift from above Now he is leaving, day by day Hear me crying, ah, slowly dying Oh Lord, what are you doing to me I never cared about the troubles that life brings In fact I'm grateful, thankful for every little thing So if you hear me and love me, help me make him stay Let me hold him, let me love him Oh Lord, what are you doing to me So, if you hear me, really, really hear me Won't you help me make him stay Let me hold him, let me love him Oh Lord, Lord, Lord Oh Lord, Lord, Lord Oh Lord, Lord, Lord Oh Lord, What are you doing to me