Testo di Calvin Makenzie

Make no mistakes, my voice is clear And thought it may a subtle threat: Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regrets We cannot distinguish all of the world. So celebrate and sing along. It is a gift. It's where I belong. Straight down and to the east, I place my hands out in from me. We are all the crowd. To the sweet by and by I come. To the crowd be blessed, I swear I won't let you choke. You give nothing but rest and a loving hand. I belong to the war. I belong to your side. I can't hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start. That's the nature of the beast. If we have nothing left but death, it's a clear but subtle threat. 'The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest' We are the crowd.