Who Can Make a Woeful Heart to Sing Songtext
von Hymns From Nineveh

Finally.
Winter got to me
I had shut it out
Wouldn′t let go
Wouldn't go down
Wouldn′t let it get to me.

In a wintery
Cemetery
The crispy air feels so real
So unreal the path to go
Nine feet below.


Oh how we sang to honour him
The Crusader's Hymn
About summer time
And eternal sunshine
From the divine
Who makes a woeful heart to sing
The Crusader's Hymn

About summertime
And eternal sunshine
From the devine
Who can rewind
Who can make a woeful
Heart to sing