Flogging Molly. Swagger. Grace Of God Go I. Zeneszám

Lookin? down through a tide of no return
Is a field where the crops no longer grow
Parched is the land, strangled an? be damned
There for the grace of God go I

Down beside where the riverbed sleeps
Is a man not knowin? what he should feel
Mocked by the wave that beats the waters edge
There for the grace of God
There for the grace of God
There for the grace of God go I

If I ever hurt another like Thee again
I would drown myself beneath Your name
Lost was the child, we all once did hide
There for the grace of God
There for the grace of God
There for the grace of God go I