Midge Ure May Your Good Lord
When you hold your hands out May your good lord show a sign And when you seek forgiveness May your good lord take the time May your good lord talk to mine
When you light a candle May your good lord see it glow Shining through the darkness May your good lord make it grow
To cast a light across the land From killing fields to desert sands From distant shores to where I stand Will your good lord make it so
And after all I think and do I can't believe that this is true
If I cry out treason May your good lord make them pray All these men of reason Leading nowhere, lost their way
Turning riches into rags Turning rags into the street Turn the streets into a hell May your good lord have his day
And after all is said and done I can't believe our gods are one
Turning riches into rags Turning rags into the street Turn the streets into a hell May your good lord have his day
What would it take to take a hold A shepherd searching for a fold The greatest story ever told Somebody's lying
If I believed in something Would your good lord make it true? Give me the sword of justice Show me the hate to put it through
Cut down the bitter tears The sleepless nights, the waking fears The empty words, the silent ears Would your good lord love me too?
