Someday Ill Make It All Up To You - Tyson Motsenbocker Lyrics

She’s a strong arm, holding on
To a house in the hills on the edge of the town
She raised sons, twelve strong boys
In six sets of twins
In a house in the hills
Twelve strong boys, good ministers sons
Worked in the soil from the days they were young
Every sunday, year after year
They listen to their daddy pray
He said heavenly father
Be thou today
What will be forever
Good favor thou lay
And as we forgive upon those who have sinned
Bring salvation on all of them
All mothers watch but not all mothers see
Things that are coming
The things that will be
And as it was, as she watched
Over white frozen ground
Came a thunder in the heavens
A great buzzing sound
The mayor was howling out
Under the roar
Panic and sirens to call in the war
Thirteen brave men, they are packing their things
In a snow covered house in the hills
In the night, as the church bells would ring
Good tidings for christmas
Longing for spring
The house was a shimmering, white watery globe
As a dark hooded figure watched out under his robe
Constantly changing, the seasons would know
Thirteen red bullets in a box by the door
Thirteen green ribbons, by bible, by sword
A big empty house
Big empty house
A big empty house in the hills