Текст песни
If someone asks about me say
"He's just a lowly simple slave
A troubadour just for the King
In His palace where he sings."
"Each word is lifted on angels' wings
Within the palace of the King
His songs alone are all he knows
He sings them every place he goes."
With love and longing in my heart
I wanna sing like a meadow lark
The heart itself is the King's throne
And there I sing for Him alone
If someone asks about me say
"He's just a lowly simple slave
A troubadour just for the King
In His palace where he sings."
If someone asks about me say
"He's just a lowly simple slave
A troubadour just for the King
In His palace where he sings."
If you go inside down deep
You'll find the melodies so sweet
Deep in His palace you must go
A mighty realm you'll come to know
Its secret brings astonishment
What's hidden becomes evident
I'm just not able to explain
The tongue can't be that well trained
If you're allowed to go inside
That's where the King Himself resides
You'll stay alive though you are dead
The fool's transformed he's wise instead
If someone asks about me say
"He's just a lowly simple slave
A troubadour just for the King
In His palace where he sings."
If someone asks about me say
"He's just a lowly simple slave
A troubadour just for the King
In His palace where he sings."
A great enigma though it seems
It's far beyond one's thoughts and schemes
Just go inside it won't take long
Before you start to sing His songs
Just go inside it won't take long
Before you start to sing His songs
Just go inside it won't take long
Before you start to sing His songs