Текст и слова песни Porter Wagoner – I See A Bridge
(I see a bridge, a way to cross the River of Strife, River of Strife
I'm not smart, I'm not strong many needs I called were wrong
And my heart is often drear when troubles appear
But when the night is dark and long oh how peaceful is the dawn
I see a bridge, a way to cross all trouble and strife, all trouble and strife
When the valley I must cross is so dark I lose my way
When the river is so wide I'd rather stay
I see a bridge straight and wide standing o'er the raging tide
I see a bridge, a way to cross all trouble and strife, all trouble and strife.)
As I journey through this life it's days and it's nights
I know I must cross dark and lonely valleys
For at times the path is so dim I can hardly find my way
And great rivers of trials and tribalations
Will cross the narrow road that I feebly travel
But I will feel no danger for I'm never alone nor forsaken
With faith I shall look up and see a bridge
Yet there will always be a way provided for my escape
(When the valley I must cross is so dark I lose my way
When the river is so wide I'd rather stay
I see a bridge straight and wide standing o'er the raging tide
I see a bridge, a way to cross all trouble and strife, all trouble and strife...)
I'm not smart, I'm not strong many needs I called were wrong
And my heart is often drear when troubles appear
But when the night is dark and long oh how peaceful is the dawn
I see a bridge, a way to cross all trouble and strife, all trouble and strife
When the valley I must cross is so dark I lose my way
When the river is so wide I'd rather stay
I see a bridge straight and wide standing o'er the raging tide
I see a bridge, a way to cross all trouble and strife, all trouble and strife.)
As I journey through this life it's days and it's nights
I know I must cross dark and lonely valleys
For at times the path is so dim I can hardly find my way
And great rivers of trials and tribalations
Will cross the narrow road that I feebly travel
But I will feel no danger for I'm never alone nor forsaken
With faith I shall look up and see a bridge
Yet there will always be a way provided for my escape
(When the valley I must cross is so dark I lose my way
When the river is so wide I'd rather stay
I see a bridge straight and wide standing o'er the raging tide
I see a bridge, a way to cross all trouble and strife, all trouble and strife...)
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