U2 - 11.- The Saints Are Coming (Live From New Orleans) | Текст песни

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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin' of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come down
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent

I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
How long now
When the night watchman let's in the thief
What's wrong now

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

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