(If God is dead

Who's this living in my sou-ou-oul...)



He puts flowers on the hi-ills

Your cup he gla-adly fi-ills

How can you turn around and say-ay

God is dead

But when your story has a-all been to-old

There's one thing I'd like to know-ow

If God is dead

Who's this living in my sou-oul



He gives us shelter from life's stormy weather

He gives us love to keep us together

Oh, and when life gets like a ship on ra-aging seas

And when the sta-age of li-ife grows co-old

Somebody helps us play our ro-ole

If God is dead

Who's this living in my sou-oul



If my sou-oul had windows

I'd leave them open so the wor-orld could see-ee

Those ugly scars upon the ha-ands

That bled for you and me

There's a bridge you can cross if you will

The toll was paid on Golgota's Hill



If God is dead

Who's this living in my sou-oul

If God is dead

Who's this living in my sou-oul...