Heath McNease - Young Goodman Brown lyrics

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Heath McNease - Young Goodman Brown lyrics

Oh men of God, blood is on your hands Oh holy saints, shouting scripture you don't understand Faith wears a pretty ribbon in her hair She cannot bear to sleep alone Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone I'll think better of this By and by your figure seems to disappear Who walks with you late at night, Young Goodman Brown? Sins of the father invited hell into this town Faith's just a pretty voice inside my head I cannot bear to see her go Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone I'll think better of this By and by your figure seems to disappear God of man, my dreams haunt me to this day Haunt me to this day God of man, my dreams haunt me to this day Haunt me to this day God of man, my dreams haunt me to this day Haunt me to this day God of man my dreams haunt me to this day Haunt me to this day Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone Ooh they'll carve no words of hope upon my stone I'll think better of this By and by your figure seems to disappear

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