Caedmon's Call şarkı sözleri
Lord if i'm the clayThen i've been left out in the sunCracked and dry, like the mud from the styStill clinging to the prodigal sonBut I'm on my way back homeYes I'm on my way back homeInto the hands (into the hands)That made wine (wine) from the waterInto the hands (into the hands)The hands of the potterLord if i'm the clay thenLet your living water flowSoften up my edges, lord,So everyone will know
