Patrick Patterson
Today I heard my father’s word s
They touched the deepest part of me
I heard him say whatever comes your way
You can always count on me
In troubled times just put your hand in mine
When you’re weak I will be strong
So shed no tears discard your fears
Lean on me when things go wrong
Put your faith in me
Put your faith in me
Your rock of ages I’ll be
Put your faith in me
Put your faith in me
There’s no mountain we can’t climb if you’ll just put your faith in me
Today I found that love built on solid ground
Always stands the test of time
The hurt the tears, all the silent years
can be left behind
In troubled times though our paths unwind
When you need me I’ll be strong
So have no fear I’ll be right here
Lean on me when things go wrong
Put your faith in me
Put your faith in me
Your rock of ages I’ll be
Put your faith in me
Put your faith in me
There’s no mountain we can’t climb
Just keep your hand in mine
And always put your faith in me
No matter how hard you find your road
I’ll be with you in times of sorrow
Whenever you find you’re in need of me
You can always put your faith in me
Today I heard my father’s word s
They touched the deepest part of me
I heard him say whatever comes your way
You can always count on me
WE DONT TALK
Patrick Patterson
We don’t talk about it now,
We just watch the world go round
Holding back our true emotions, without comment without sound
We don’t talk about the old days,
Searching for the secrets of the soul
Crying out against injustice, watching tragedy unfold
We don’t talk about it now,
About the dreams we left behind
Somewhere out there in the mystic,
Another place and time
Chorus
When the night comes and memory takes us back to the beginning
When the night comes
We think about the way the way it used to be
When the night comes
We don’t talk now from the heart,
About the rage we feel inside
Cover all our true convictions in some articulate disguise
We don’t talk these days of deeds and consequences
The cost of war that still outrage the senses
We don’t talk we say that talking makes no sense
But the cost of silence is its consequence
Chorus
We don’t talk of days of sorrow
Like we did in the days of old
Take the path of least resistance
Silence must be broken …stories must be told
Chorus
We only talk these days in fashion
Old deceits in new disguise
Put away the hard to mention
Don’t talk too proud don’t act too wise
We don’t talk these days of principles and passion
Sit in silence in a place of satisfaction
We don’t talk, we say that talking makes no sense
But the cost of silence is its consequence