"A man is always sleepwalking,
A man does not know the truth;
Need a lot of time for meditation;
A man knows not love"
When you tell me this, baby, I know that it's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom, never let me go
"A man is seeking harmony;
A man can look inside himself
For the kind of love that feeds the spirit;
A man begins work"
When you tell me this, baby, I know that It's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom, never let me go
"A man begins awakening;
A man begins to see the truth;
He begins to feel his true emotion;
A man begins love"
Chris Dedrick - Begin Work Lyrics
Chris Dedrick - Begin Work Lyrics
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"A man is always sleepwalking,
A man does not know the truth;
Need a lot of time for meditation;
A man knows not love"
When you tell me this, baby, I know that it's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom, never let me go
"A man is seeking harmony;
A man can look inside himself
For the kind of love that feeds the spirit;
A man begins work"
When you tell me this, baby, I know that It's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom, never let me go
"A man begins awakening;
A man begins to see the truth;
He begins to feel his true emotion;
A man begins love"
A man does not know the truth;
Need a lot of time for meditation;
A man knows not love"
When you tell me this, baby, I know that it's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom, never let me go
"A man is seeking harmony;
A man can look inside himself
For the kind of love that feeds the spirit;
A man begins work"
When you tell me this, baby, I know that It's true
I see your eyes have made a prophet of you
Sweet garden of life, I don't know where to grow,
So plant me in your bosom, never let me go
"A man begins awakening;
A man begins to see the truth;
He begins to feel his true emotion;
A man begins love"
Writer: Christopher Dedrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)