Saveurs Anglophones 201 – Crowder – Milk & Honey

Temps de lecture : 2 minutes
Lyon Dauphiné
Lyon Dauphiné
Saveurs Anglophones 201 - Crowder - Milk & Honey
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Stacy nous parle cette semaine du titre Milk & Honey – Lait et miel – du chanteur américain Crowder. Mêlant les sonorités rock et country, il nous propose une réflexion autour de la vie éternelle.

 

Paroles de Milk & Honey de Crowder

I’m headed to a place where the rivers flow
I’m headed to a place where the streets are gold
Oh my soul (oh my soul)
This I know (this I know)
You won’t need no money, you can’t bring your fame
Soon the day is coming when we will see His face
Choirs will be singing, saints on bended knee
Angels will be dancing, we will all be free
God in all His glory as far as you can see
It’s like every day is Sunday in the Land of Milk & Honey
I’m headed to a place where the flowers grow
I’m headed to a place with no tombstones
Sing my soul (sing my soul)
Until I’m home (until I’m home)
You can bring your money, you can bring your fame
Forever there is only, one name above all names
Choirs will be singing, saints on bended knee
Angels will be dancing, we will all be free
God in all His glory as far as you can see
It’s like every day is Sunday in the Land of Milk & Honey
We don’t have to wait to the other side
To see the dead come back to life
We don’t have to wait ’til the trumpet sounds
We’re calling down Your power now
We don’t have to wait to the other side
To see the dead come back to life
We don’t have to wait ’til the trumpet sounds
We’re calling down Your power now
Grass growing in the graveyards
Spring on up, spring on up
Water flowing in the wastelands
Let it run, let it run
Hope growing where there was none
Love flowing where the hate was
Promised Land waiting on us
Kingdom come, Kingdom come
Choirs will be singing, saints on bended knee
Angels will be dancing, we will all be free
God in all His glory as far as you can see
It’s like every day is Sunday in the Land of Milk & Honey