Downstream the river. The boat is moving on. Passing fields of silence. Long time gone. . A paragon of beauty. A sacred holy ground. Gazing at in wonder.
Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide. The sky bespangled in the rain. And we feel called upon but interests collide. Not much to lose, a lot to gain.
Old Maid Boogie. . Wake up Old Maid, don't you know you're growin' old. Wake up Old Maid, don't you know you're growin' old. You better find you a man who can satisfy your soul.
I wake up early every morning. With just one tear in my eye. I remember late one evening. My sweet baby said goodbye to me. Oh yes, she did. . I cried so hard when she left me.
Over there. I left her waiting over there. I kissed her lips and said goodbye. That rainy night and sailed away. . Over there. My heart keeps goin' over there.
Some-times a man does things without half thinkin'. And what I saw I did not under-stand. I called you names and said some things that hurt you. And in the heat I started walkin' out that door.
Beenie: woh deh yeh. Well this is our prayer toi the world. S/cat: di system, what a corrupt system. Beenie: praise him. S/cat : pray for world that is our healing.
I have often walked down this street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful. Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so good. No one could be, so gentle and so lovable. Oh, my pa-pa, he always understood..
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