Tekster: O. Children. Ezekiel's Son.

Now little child
Don't be scared about the terror outside
Just lay in bed
Don't you cry about the sails in the night

There's nothing there
I can't repair
And I will never go nowhere
So don't you disagree
Believe in me
And I will show you
Eveything that you wanted to know

Bring me a prayer
Bring me a prayer
And I'll watch over you
The way that you are
The things that you do
'Cause I'm with you

Bring me a prayer
Bring me a prayer
And I'll watch over you
The way that you are
The things that you do
'Cause I'm with you

In the crowd when
You're down on your knees
But when you're stuck in the crowd
There's no getting to me
You're studying inside out
When you shout
For a host to heal your bones
You're on a pedestal now
Passing the crowd
So you can call my sacred name
And I will make it all true

Bring me a prayer
Bring me a prayer
And I'll watch over you
The way that you are
The things that you do
'Cause I'm with you

Bring me a prayer
Bring me a prayer
And I'll watch over you
The way that you are
The things that you do
'Cause I'm with you

No right, no wrong
It's not as frightful
As you'd dare
Just take your mother tongue
And say it to me
Say it to me
And when you're old and gone
I will show you everything
Just take your mother tongue
And say it to me
Say it to me

Bring me a prayer
Bring me a prayer
And I'll watch over you
The way that you are
The things that you do
'Cause I'm with you

Bring me a prayer
Bring me a prayer
And I'll watch over you
The way that you are
The things that you do
'Cause I'm with you

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