by Guest » Tue Nov 12, 2013 8:57 pm
There was a prophet, prophet of old. Birds came and fed him, so I've been told. On heaven's journey, the were all fed, bread sent from heaven, manna for bread.
Bread sent from heaven, feeding my soul, keeping me happy, keeping me whole. Always there's plenty, there's much in store. Just when I need it, heaven sends more.
There was a prophet, prophet of old. Birds came and fed him, so I've been told. On heaven's journey, the were all fed, bread sent from heaven, manna for bread.
Bread sent from heaven, feeding my soul, keeping me happy, keeping me whole. Always there's plenty, there's much in store. Just when I need it, heaven sends more.