| Song | Hands Of The Potter |
| Artist | Caedmon's Call |
| Album | Back Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Goodgame | |
| Lord if I'm the clay then | |
| I've been left out in the sun | |
| Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky | |
| Still clinging to the prodigal sun | |
| But I'm on my way back home | |
| Yes I'm on my way back home | |
| Into the hands | |
| That made the wine from the water | |
| Into the hands | |
| The hands of the | |
| PotterLord if | |
| I'm the clay that let your living water flow | |
| Soften up my edges | |
| LordSo everyone will know | |
| That I'm on my way back home | |
| Yes I'm on my way back home | |
| And Lord when you listen for the song of my life | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be | |
| Lord if I'm the clay then lay me down | |
| On your spinning wheel | |
| Shape me into something you can fill | |
| With something real | |
| And I'll be on my way back home | |
| Yes I'm on my way back home |
| zuo qu : Goodgame | |
| Lord if I' m the clay then | |
| I' ve been left out in the sun | |
| Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky | |
| Still clinging to the prodigal sun | |
| But I' m on my way back home | |
| Yes I' m on my way back home | |
| Into the hands | |
| That made the wine from the water | |
| Into the hands | |
| The hands of the | |
| PotterLord if | |
| I' m the clay that let your living water flow | |
| Soften up my edges | |
| LordSo everyone will know | |
| That I' m on my way back home | |
| Yes I' m on my way back home | |
| And Lord when you listen for the song of my life | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be | |
| Lord if I' m the clay then lay me down | |
| On your spinning wheel | |
| Shape me into something you can fill | |
| With something real | |
| And I' ll be on my way back home | |
| Yes I' m on my way back home |
| zuò qǔ : Goodgame | |
| Lord if I' m the clay then | |
| I' ve been left out in the sun | |
| Cracked and dry, like mud from the sky | |
| Still clinging to the prodigal sun | |
| But I' m on my way back home | |
| Yes I' m on my way back home | |
| Into the hands | |
| That made the wine from the water | |
| Into the hands | |
| The hands of the | |
| PotterLord if | |
| I' m the clay that let your living water flow | |
| Soften up my edges | |
| LordSo everyone will know | |
| That I' m on my way back home | |
| Yes I' m on my way back home | |
| And Lord when you listen for the song of my life | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet | |
| Let it be, let it be, a song so sweet, let it be | |
| Lord if I' m the clay then lay me down | |
| On your spinning wheel | |
| Shape me into something you can fill | |
| With something real | |
| And I' ll be on my way back home | |
| Yes I' m on my way back home |