oh lord, what are you doing to me

you never place gold dust in my hair

you made me a child of a no good man

my only love precious gift from above

now he is leaving

day by day

hear me crying

ah

slowly dying

oh lord

what are you doing to me

i never cared about the troubles that life brings

in fact i'm grateful

thankful for every little thing

so if you hear me and love me

help me make him stay

let me hold him

let me love him

oh lord

what are you doing to me

so

if you hear me

really

really hear me

won't you help me make him stay

let me hold him

let me love him

oh lord

lord

lord

oh lord

lord

lord

oh lord

lord

lord

oh lord

what are you doing to me