Lordy May
DAVID HOSKING, JONATHAN HART, TIMOTHY HART
Oh my God we are done
So come take my daughter, and come take my son
See we never follow
No we never follow
Whoa, and I’ve been through Your garden
And I’ve been to Your grave
Lordy may
When I come to my end some day
Will I find myself sitting at some golden gate
Or will it all just float away
Yeah, my end some day
I wonder if my heart will be hungry
I wonder when my body does decay
I somehow imagined I’d walk this earth, no, forever
Forever
Whoa, and I’ve been through Your garden
And I’ve been to Your grave
But Lordy may
When I come to my dying day
Would You promise me this, that I’d go in grace
And I’d be happy to just float away, someday