'Twas goodly news to hear
These words we hold dear
The poor in spirit
Will receive heaven
While the mourners
Have joy again
And the meek
Should take the earth
For only they
Know its real worth
The hungry really
Had better be fed
And the merciful,
So hard to find,
Should receive
Mercy in kind
While the darkness
Should never obscure
Those whose hearts
Are pure
He was right to bless
The peacemakers who
Clean up all our mess
And those who suffer
For doing the right thing -
Those poor bastards
Ought to get everything
And when all that happens
We ought to be glad
And I reckon we'll all sing
At the joy it'll bring
'Twas goodly news to hear
Those words we hold dear
Robert Larkin Schultz - Good News Lyrics
Robert Larkin Schultz - Good News Lyrics
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English
'Twas goodly news to hear
These words we hold dear
The poor in spirit
Will receive heaven
While the mourners
Have joy again
And the meek
Should take the earth
For only they
Know its real worth
The hungry really
Had better be fed
And the merciful,
So hard to find,
Should receive
Mercy in kind
While the darkness
Should never obscure
Those whose hearts
Are pure
He was right to bless
The peacemakers who
Clean up all our mess
And those who suffer
For doing the right thing -
Those poor bastards
Ought to get everything
And when all that happens
We ought to be glad
And I reckon we'll all sing
At the joy it'll bring
'Twas goodly news to hear
Those words we hold dear
These words we hold dear
The poor in spirit
Will receive heaven
While the mourners
Have joy again
And the meek
Should take the earth
For only they
Know its real worth
The hungry really
Had better be fed
And the merciful,
So hard to find,
Should receive
Mercy in kind
While the darkness
Should never obscure
Those whose hearts
Are pure
He was right to bless
The peacemakers who
Clean up all our mess
And those who suffer
For doing the right thing -
Those poor bastards
Ought to get everything
And when all that happens
We ought to be glad
And I reckon we'll all sing
At the joy it'll bring
'Twas goodly news to hear
Those words we hold dear
Writer: Robert Schultz
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