John Mark McMillan все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Baby Son
We thought you'd come with a crown of gold
A string of pearls and a cashmere robe
We thought you'd clinch an iron fist
And rain like fire on the politics
But without a sword, no armored guard
But common born in mother's arms
The government now rests upon
- How He Loves
He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree, bending beneath
The weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these, afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize just how beautiful you are
And how great your affections are for me
- LondonTown
There is a lion
Coming into London Town
Walking on the promenade
Standing in the underground
He's not afraid of the rain, the pain
Things are going to change
I can feel it in my veins