The prophet was waking up
Asking his God to guide the gentiles

He met them with great happy
As they were rich and masters

While he met the poor speedy
The God blamed him for this act

He returned and smiled to the poor
As the guide with the hand of his God

The God told him not blame his act
As the only and only fact

The guidance was the hand of the God
So he did not blame your act

You do your effort
And the rest at your God

The prophet was waking up
Asking his God to guide the gentiles

He met them with great happy
As they were rich and masters

While he met the poor speedy
The God blamed him for this act

He returned and smiled to the poor
As the guide with the hand of his God

The God told him not blame his act
As the only and only fact

The guidance was the hand of the God
So he did not blame your act

You do your effort
And the rest at your God

I see a clover in my heart,
  two trefoil shamrocks do adorn my breast,
          these spider's webs on my elbows, -covered,
                    with moving foot never do I rest.

Upon me soul and in my mind,
           resides a brotherhood to wit I'm joined,
                        from home of Prometheus a story born,
                                  seed of Gomer passes through my ****.

I have a clover in my heart,
   a turning foot makes this world mine.
      The Caucasus seem so far from me,
              with six-thousand years in brotherhood; time.

You Gentiles,
Unwashed, unclean,
Prepare for war,
Come vent your spleen.

Beat the plowshares into swords,
Your harvest tools to mighty weapons,
Feel the surging doom and think you strong,
Gather  in the Valley of Decision,
The Valley of Jehoshaphat,
Where stand we all for judgment.

The Sun, the Moon, go dark;
The Stars remove their shine,
And full earth shakes beneath
The coming doom,
Before the lasting Peace
Descends on Israel.