Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
Half-handed Cloud
All the beasts would be stoned grazing on that mountain for grazes
Even the sparrow'd be arrowed
When she touched those higher places
And amount in switching mountains
No volcano, yae Zion
We've been registered in heaven
Word is, Lord has made us one
All the beasts would be old grazing on this mountain for grazes
Even the sparrow'd be spared
When she touched those higher places