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Dirk Powell
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The Cradle, the Coffin, the Cross on the Hill
The lord made a cradle the day you were born To rock you to sleep when you're tired and worn A coffin was made from the very same tree For the day that he calls you, eternity
The cradle, the coffin, the cross on the hill All one and the same, as is the lord's will
The lord made the rain that falls to the earth He waters our fields and lessens our thirst But he made the flood with the very same hand That washed us away and covered the land
Raindrops, the tempest, the water divine The lord made the water into the wine
The wine of the church is holy and good There are those who call it the blood of the lord Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But the wine from the tavern can poison a soul It can make the strong weak and make the young old
The lord made the wine as sweet as the dew But which wine you drink is left up to you
A tree grows tall and is cut from the wild It makes a good cradle for a weary child It makes a coffin the child is grown And it makes a cross, when he's gone home
The cradle, the coffin, the cross on the hill All one and the same, as is the lord's will
The cradle, the coffin, the cross on the hill All one and the same, as is the lord's will
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