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• Artiste: Ricky Skaggs
• Titre: Seven Hillsides
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All night I've wrestled Jacob's angels And prayed with Matthew, Luke and John Struggling to find the words you face the task That comes upon the blood red dawn. I've buried men before their time Of alcohol and blackened lung But how to bury seven of these Appalachian miners sons. Who stormed the beaches wave on wave, And sailed home to these rocky graves In family plots that bared their names. Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean? And there I'll stand good book in hand, A shepherd to these precious lambs What will I say, what will I say, what can I say? To tell the truth I'd never thought much About the will of God before. Called to preach at seventeen I was in love with fiery words and not much more. The time has come to keep the faith For others shattered by their loss. Remind them of the loving God Whose son like theirs paid the cost. To save a sad and wicked world Through sacrifice our love is heard And pray that I believe those words. Tomorrow I'll walk up, seven hillsides Tremble before my flock on seven hillsides Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?