Young Goodman Brown by Heath McNease Lyrics

Oh men of God, blood is on your hands
Oh holy saints, shouting scripture you don't understand
Faith wears a pretty ribbon in her hair
She cannot bear to sleep alone

Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone
Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone
I'll think better of this
By and by your figure seems to disappear

Who walks with you late at night, Young Goodman Brown?
Sins of the father invited hell into this town
Faith's just a pretty voice inside my head
I cannot bear to see her go

Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone
Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone
I'll think better of this
By and by your figure seems to disappear

God of man, my dreams haunt me to this day
Haunt me to this day
God of man, my dreams haunt me to this day
Haunt me to this day
God of man, my dreams haunt me to this day
Haunt me to this day
God of man my dreams haunt me to this day
Haunt me to this day
Ooh they'll carve no words of hope on my stone
Ooh they'll carve no words of hope upon my stone
I'll think better of this
By and by your figure seems to disappear