Guadalupe
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โฑ๏ธ 5:40 duration
๐ ID: 31025697
๐ Lyrics
There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
High up in those ancient trees
And I have given up without a fight
Another blind fool on her knees
And all the gods that I've abandoned
Begin to speak in simple tongue
And suddenly I've come to know
That there are no roads left to run
Now it's the hour of dogs a-barkin'
That's what the old ones used to say
It's first light or it's sundown
Before the children cease their play
And when the mountains glow like mission wine
Or turn grey like a Spanish Rome
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
Then turn away and head for home
She is reaching out her arms tonight
And yes, my poverty is real
I pray roses sure rain down again
From Guadalupe on her hill
And who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
She appeared to Juan Diego
She left her image on his cape
Five hundred years of sorrow
Cannot destroy their deepest faith
So here I am, your ragged disbeliever
A doubting Thomas drowns in tears
As I watch your church sink through the earth
Like a heart worn down through fear
She is reaching out her arms tonight
And yes, my poverty is real
I pray roses sure rain down again
From Guadalupe on her hill
And who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
High up in those ancient trees
And I have given up without a fight
Another blind fool on her knees
And all the gods that I've abandoned
Begin to speak in simple tongue
And suddenly I've come to know
That there are no roads left to run
Now it's the hour of dogs a-barkin'
That's what the old ones used to say
It's first light or it's sundown
Before the children cease their play
And when the mountains glow like mission wine
Or turn grey like a Spanish Rome
Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
Then turn away and head for home
She is reaching out her arms tonight
And yes, my poverty is real
I pray roses sure rain down again
From Guadalupe on her hill
And who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
She appeared to Juan Diego
She left her image on his cape
Five hundred years of sorrow
Cannot destroy their deepest faith
So here I am, your ragged disbeliever
A doubting Thomas drowns in tears
As I watch your church sink through the earth
Like a heart worn down through fear
She is reaching out her arms tonight
And yes, my poverty is real
I pray roses sure rain down again
From Guadalupe on her hill
And who am I to doubt these mysteries
Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
I am the least of all your pilgrims here
But I am most in need of hope
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.44] There are ghosts out in the rain tonight
[00:13.66] High up in those ancient trees
[00:20.29] And I have given up without a fight
[00:27.78] Another blind fool on her knees
[00:34.30] And all the gods that I've abandoned
[00:41.79] Begin to speak in simple tongue
[00:49.36] And suddenly I've come to know
[00:55.84] That there are no roads left to run
[01:02.59] Now it's the hour of dogs a-barkin'
[01:09.79] That's what the old ones used to say
[01:17.44] It's first light or it's sundown
[01:24.40] Before the children cease their play
[01:31.66] And when the mountains glow like mission wine
[01:38.79] Or turn grey like a Spanish Rome
[01:45.87] Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
[01:53.29] Then turn away and head for home
[01:59.94] She is reaching out her arms tonight
[02:07.00] And yes, my poverty is real
[02:14.12] I pray roses sure rain down again
[02:21.89] From Guadalupe on her hill
[02:28.41] And who am I to doubt these mysteries
[02:36.22] Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
[02:43.70] I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[02:51.23] But I am most in need of hope
[02:56.59]
[03:12.95] She appeared to Juan Diego
[03:19.80] She left her image on his cape
[03:25.20]
[03:27.42] Five hundred years of sorrow
[03:34.12] Cannot destroy their deepest faith
[03:40.95] So here I am, your ragged disbeliever
[03:48.52] A doubting Thomas drowns in tears
[03:56.16] As I watch your church sink through the earth
[04:03.30] Like a heart worn down through fear
[04:10.19] She is reaching out her arms tonight
[04:17.25] And yes, my poverty is real
[04:24.58] I pray roses sure rain down again
[04:32.39] From Guadalupe on her hill
[04:38.75] And who am I to doubt these mysteries
[04:46.54] Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
[04:54.04] I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[05:01.35] But I am most in need of hope
[05:08.84] I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[05:16.28] But I am most in need of hope
[05:39.06]
[00:13.66] High up in those ancient trees
[00:20.29] And I have given up without a fight
[00:27.78] Another blind fool on her knees
[00:34.30] And all the gods that I've abandoned
[00:41.79] Begin to speak in simple tongue
[00:49.36] And suddenly I've come to know
[00:55.84] That there are no roads left to run
[01:02.59] Now it's the hour of dogs a-barkin'
[01:09.79] That's what the old ones used to say
[01:17.44] It's first light or it's sundown
[01:24.40] Before the children cease their play
[01:31.66] And when the mountains glow like mission wine
[01:38.79] Or turn grey like a Spanish Rome
[01:45.87] Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship
[01:53.29] Then turn away and head for home
[01:59.94] She is reaching out her arms tonight
[02:07.00] And yes, my poverty is real
[02:14.12] I pray roses sure rain down again
[02:21.89] From Guadalupe on her hill
[02:28.41] And who am I to doubt these mysteries
[02:36.22] Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
[02:43.70] I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[02:51.23] But I am most in need of hope
[02:56.59]
[03:12.95] She appeared to Juan Diego
[03:19.80] She left her image on his cape
[03:25.20]
[03:27.42] Five hundred years of sorrow
[03:34.12] Cannot destroy their deepest faith
[03:40.95] So here I am, your ragged disbeliever
[03:48.52] A doubting Thomas drowns in tears
[03:56.16] As I watch your church sink through the earth
[04:03.30] Like a heart worn down through fear
[04:10.19] She is reaching out her arms tonight
[04:17.25] And yes, my poverty is real
[04:24.58] I pray roses sure rain down again
[04:32.39] From Guadalupe on her hill
[04:38.75] And who am I to doubt these mysteries
[04:46.54] Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke
[04:54.04] I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[05:01.35] But I am most in need of hope
[05:08.84] I am the least of all your pilgrims here
[05:16.28] But I am most in need of hope
[05:39.06]