Yahweh Yahweh
Hear as I say
A crumbling rock is I as I stand
All points of the compass lies the sinking sand
And as bits of I fall
Jah, hear as I call.
For the Saints and the Angels
The knights of the round table
The prophets of old
The wise man with his gold.
The heathens the sinners
Enslaved cotton spinners.
The trumpeteers
The cannoneers.
The old blues players
The Christian slayers.
For Peter for John
I need not go on
And as they arrive
To watch this demise
Hear me.
Repentance I cries.
Yahweh Yahweh.
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Yahweh Yahweh
Hear as I say
A crumbling rock is I as I stand
All points of the compass lies the sinking sand
And as bits of I fall
Jah, hear as I call.
For the Saints and the Angels
The knights of the round table
The prophets of old
The wise man with his gold.
The heathens the sinners
Enslaved cotton spinners.
The trumpeteers
The cannoneers.
The old blues players
The Christian slayers.
For Peter for John
I need not go on
And as they arrive
To watch this demise
Hear me.
Repentance I cries.
Yahweh Yahweh.
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