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Montgomery Church - Becoming This Man Lyrics



Montgomery Church - Becoming This Man Lyrics




When we play back the past in a dimly lit haze
We see the sowers of the seeds that set us in our ways
The king of my world, the knower of all
He's the man who lived in his overalls
I knew I was safe when he held my hand
How could I mind becoming this man?

When we're out in the world we know it's not the same
There won't always be someone running when you're calling their name
The fruit of our labour they're all of our own
Still some small part of them started at home
I'll thank him some day when I shake his hand
And let him know that I'm happy becoming this man

I picture you at home walking dogs on the farm
Your timber-stained hands, racquet under your arm
I see you most times in my day to day
When I catch myself out doing things your way

When we've found our own home and we know we're the ones
To make sense of this world for our daughters and sons
I hope you'll be there to hold their hand
And witness another becoming this man

I hope you'll be there to hold their hand
And witness another becoming this man
Know that I'm happy becoming this man
How could I mind becoming this man?

When we play back the past in a dimly lit haze
We see the sowers of the seeds that set us in our ways
The king of my world, the knower of all
He's the man who lived in his overalls
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When we play back the past in a dimly lit haze
We see the sowers of the seeds that set us in our ways
The king of my world, the knower of all
He's the man who lived in his overalls
I knew I was safe when he held my hand
How could I mind becoming this man?

When we're out in the world we know it's not the same
There won't always be someone running when you're calling their name
The fruit of our labour they're all of our own
Still some small part of them started at home
I'll thank him some day when I shake his hand
And let him know that I'm happy becoming this man

I picture you at home walking dogs on the farm
Your timber-stained hands, racquet under your arm
I see you most times in my day to day
When I catch myself out doing things your way

When we've found our own home and we know we're the ones
To make sense of this world for our daughters and sons
I hope you'll be there to hold their hand
And witness another becoming this man

I hope you'll be there to hold their hand
And witness another becoming this man
Know that I'm happy becoming this man
How could I mind becoming this man?

When we play back the past in a dimly lit haze
We see the sowers of the seeds that set us in our ways
The king of my world, the knower of all
He's the man who lived in his overalls
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Writer: Cielle Kinross, James Church
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Performed By: Montgomery Church
Length: 3:53
Written by: Cielle Kinross, James Church
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