One Blessed Hour Songtext

von Michael Smith

Sometimes in weary solitude
My loneliness declines
For it's then my best and dearest friends
Pass before my mind

And the times of laughter and glory
And the times of peace and pain
And there's not one blessed hour of it
That I would not live over again

Sometimes your eyes get heavy
And it's hard to see the truth
That the friends you take for granted
Are dearer far than youth

And the old, the old familiar faces
That love you now just as you are
They will come back to you much later
In one blessed hour

One blessed hour

Sometimes I think I'm flying
High above my bed
Sometimes I hear the angels
Laughing inside my head

And if Jesus, if Jesus in his power
Could give me back my friends
Then one blessed hour would pass
Before these eyes again

One blessed hour
One blessed hour,,,