Il testo della Singer of songs

I'm not a savior, and i'm not a saint.
The man with the answers i certainly ain't.
I wouldn't tell you what's right or what's wrong.
I'm just a singer of songs.

But i can take you for a walk along a little country stream.
I can make you see through lovers' eyes and understand their dreams.
I can help you hear a baby's laugh and feel the joy it brings.
Yes, i can do it with the songs i sing.
I'm not a prophet, and i'm not a priest.
I'm not a wise man who's come from the east.

I wouldn't tell you what's right or what's wrong.
I'm just a singer of songs.

But i can take you to a city where a man was crucified.
I can tell you how he lived, and i can tell you why he died.
I can help proclaim the glory of this mighty king of kings.
Yes, i can do it with the songs i sing.
I'm not a great man. i don't claim to be.
But when i meet my maker and he questions me,
I won't hang my head. i'll stand proud and strong
And say, "i was a singer. lord, i was a singer.
Yes, i was a singer of songs."