Текст песни High Horse - Helen Yousaf
There's
a
high
horse
And
his
name
is
"pride"
And
I've
sat
on
the
saddle
And
have
criticised
I
have
a
high
horse
And
I
fed
him
well
And
it
grew,
grew,
grew,
grew
Then
he
bit
me
like
hell
Yes
it
grew,
grew,
grew,
grew
And
it
bit
me
like
hell
But
there's
a
high
preist
And
His
name
is
Christ
And
He
loved
this
child
so
much
He
came
and
gave
His
life
There's
a
high
preist
I
know
you
hear
His
voice
And
He
loves,
loves,
loves,
loves
All
by
choice
He
loves,
loves,
loves,
loves
Us
all
by
choice
There's
a
high
horse
And
I
sent
Him
home
Back
to
where
he
came
from
Then
I
changed
my
tone
I
have
a
high
call
Ammended
from
a
king
I'm
to
love,
love,
love,
love
Just
like
him
So
I'll
love,
love,
love,
love
Just
like
Him
I
choose
to
love
me
the
way
that
Jesus
does
I
choose
to
love
you
the
way
that
jesus
does
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.