Watchman Songtext
von Hannah Miller

The sun rises on the wicked and the righteous
It sets on the rich and the poor
The rain falls down
On the fallow and the hard ground
It waters the sea and the storm

So clap your hands in praise
Bow your head and pray
Shake your fist and say amen

The sickle swings through the tears, through the wheat
The reaper sifts the harvest
The watchman waits
Through the night he waits
The watchman waits for the morning


So clap your hands in praise
Bow your head and pray
Shake your fist and say amen

Yeah, clap your hands in praise
Bow your head and pray
Shake your fist and say amen

Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

So clap your hands in praise
Bow your head and pray
Shake your fist and say amen
Clap your hands in praise
Bow your head and pray
Shake your fist and say amen


The watchman waits
Through the night he waits
The watchman waits for the morning