There’s a tale Told by sailors Of two sons and their father As they sailed to old Palestine
True were these brothers They sailed to bury their father They would fight for Jerusalem
You will be meek when I am able You’ll be the salt upon the table When all is said and done could you Somehow be sons of Abraham
I was told by a stranger Of a young blood thrown to the desert He united a people with his hands
In the wane to the crescent He fed the lion to the pheasant He would stride to the spring of Zam Zam
There’s a tale told by soldiers A young boy taken to slaughter He was saved by his father’s hand
He was prized and protected And prince he was elected He was to save the wolves with a lamb
There’s a tomb out by Jordan Where two sides stop to adore him As they fight for JerusalemTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.