Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
Steve Harley
I can see it my past, like a passive kind of memory
And picking petals from a flower, in the garden like a ceremony
(Can't you feel?) I can feel it now
Tearing up my pagan heart
Yes I swear I shall put it right before duty part
Without faith, hope and charity
I was on a wayward path just to get in a darkest land
Just a tired and sick old boy
I couldn't know, I couldn't understand
(Can't you see?) I can see it now
A hundred daggers if I did perceive
And I can see it even clearer now
Like a child, I wouldn't be deceived
Upon that faith, hope and charity
(Would you like to go back to the answer?)
Yes I think I do
(Would you run on back from the answer?)
No it isn't true
(Would you like to go back to the answer?)
Yes I said I think I do
(Would you run on back from the answer?)
No no it isn't true
(Would you tell?)
No, no, I wouldn't tell, I couldn't tell, I shouldn't tell
I swear I'd never tell
I would cherish such a secret
For fear that I'd die and go to hell
Without faith, hope and charity
Ooh
(Faith, hope and charity)
Faith, hope and charity
Faith, Hope and Charity was written by Steve Harley.
Faith, Hope and Charity was produced by Steve Harley.