From:
Intro(Billie Joe):
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
and God, I know I'm one
Verse 1(Bono):
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent
your descent.
Verse 2(Billie Joe):
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.
Chorus 1(Both):
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there is no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there is no where to go.
Verse 3(Bono):
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief
Whats wrong now?
Chorus 2(Both):
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there is no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there´s is no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there´s no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there´s no where to go.
Translate to:
Intro(Billie Joe):
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
and God, I know I'm one
Verse 1(Bono):
I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now? Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent
your descent.
Verse 2(Billie Joe):
I cried to my daddy on the telephone,
how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down,
the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent,
your descent.
Chorus 1(Both):
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there is no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there is no where to go.
Verse 3(Bono):
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief,
how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief,
how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief
Whats wrong now?
Chorus 2(Both):
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there is no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there´s is no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there´s no reply
I say no matter how I try,
I realize there´s no where to go.