H.C. McEntire - Houses of the Holy

Let me take you to the movies Can I take you to the show? Let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow? From the Houses of the Holy We can watch the white doves go From the dark on Satan's daughter And it only goes to show There's an angel on my shoulder In my hand a sword of gold Let me wander in your garden And the seeds of love I'll sow So the world is spinning faster Are you dizzy with your stone? Let the music be your master Will you heed the master's call? So there ain't no use in crying 'Cause it'll only drive you away Does it hurt to hear them crying? Is this the only world you have? Let me take you to the movies Can I take you to the show? Let me be yours ever truly Can I make your garden grow?