Terre Haute Songtext / Lyric

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Covered on the shelf in dust

This street was once a creek

Of a one Lord rule I trust

Duly duly signed

Cora Cora Carter

Born of the fall

In a state of Texas

Paid in full fort bliss

1936



terre terre haute

all be hollow

he takes his breath

away the four winds follow






wolves tied on strings

to his good words of promise

these are stones around the peoples neck

wound on string

drawn back stern

the arrow sings to whom it may concern

Talihina boon

Iron road Oklahoma



It is his spirit

It is his fruit

It is he who paint by numbers

It is his spirit

It is his fruit



terre terre haute

all be hollow

he takes his breath

away the four winds follow



Lord Jesus

come bestow belief

the beauty of the finished work

you regard him not risen

on the ancient horizon

think yourself too hard

go on cast your lots



terre terre haute

all be hollow

he takes his breath

away the four winds follow



It is his spirit

It is his fruit

It is he who paint by numbers

It is his spirit

It is his fruit

it is he who paints by Numbers

Judges and Ruth