Artista Andrew Peterson
Genero: Contemporanea
Disfruta la música cristiana de Andrew Peterson, uno de los cantantes más influyentes del género Contemporanea. Escucha sus canciones más populares, explora sus álbumes y conoce su trayectoria.
Three Days Before Autumn : Andrew Peterson
Disfruta la canción Three Days Before Autumn de Andrew Peterson, una canción cristiana donde la letra y la melodía se unen para expresar un mensaje de fe y alabanza a Dios.
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Letra
Three Days Before Autumn
Andrew Peterson
Three days before autumn, a cold winter came
Blew in on a telephone call, when my friend went away
And I swear I heard thunder at the sound of his name
And he never even knew me at all
But I loved him the same
And it's easy enough to say "He's better off
Chalk it up to the luck of the draw
Life is tough, it was his time to go
That's all," well, I don't know about that
'Cause I'm broken and breathless and bent to the ground
And I'm listening Lord, but I don't hear a sound
And the angels in Heaven are dancing around
To the music that I want to hear
And I'm watching and wishing and wondering why
This silence is louder the harder I try
And though I can't believe it, I can't deny
That the winter came early this year
Yeah, the winter came early this year
And I stood in the kitchen, and I stared at the wall
And I prayed for some wisdom, so I could make a little sense of it all
And I thought about the seasons, and how quickly they pass
Now there's little to do but hope that the good ones will last
And it's easy enough to say, "He's better off
Chalk it up to the luck of the draw
Life is tough, it was his time to go
That's all," well, I don't know about that
'Cause I'm broken and breathless and bent to the ground
And I'm listening Lord, but I don't hear a sound
And though the angels in Heaven are dancing around
To the music that I want to hear
And I'm watching and wishing and wondering why
This silence is louder the harder I try
And though I can't believe it, I can't deny
That the winter came early this year
Yeah, the winter came early this year
And this night is beautiful. I see the sky about to rain
And I think I hear the wild wind howling
Come to blow me away
And I take comfort in knowing that this ain't my home
And I know that I'm lonely but I ain't alone
And I know that he's singing at the foot of the throne
But that don't seem to matter down here
'Cause the winter came early this year
Three days before autumn
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