歌手:George Michael
专辑:《Twenty Five (Limited Edition)》

作词 : MICHAEL, GEORGE
作曲 : MICHAEL, GEORGE
She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no changed
In all this time

She thinks of when the boy was young
All the battles she had won
Just to give him life
That man
She loved that man

For all his life

But now we meet to bring him flowers
And only God knows why

For what's the use in pressing palms
When children fade in mother's arms
It's a cruel world
We've so much to loose

And what we have to learn we rarely choose

So if it's God who took her son
He cannot be the one living in her mind

Take care my love, she said

Don't think that God is dead

Take care my love, she said

You have been loved

If I was weak, forgive me
But I was terrified

You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love
The kind that makes devils cry
So these days
My life has changed
And I'll be fine

But she just sits and counts the hours

Searching for her crime

So what's the use of pressing palms
If you won't keep such love from harm
It's a cruel world
You've so much to prove

And heaven helps the ones who wait for you

Well I've no daughters, I've no sons
Guess I'm the only one
Living in my life

Take care my love, he said

Don't think that God is dead

Take care my love, he said

You have been loved