Post Tagged ‘mercy’


Hymne over een acopalypse in Eindhoven
waar Dumb Boy de boel op stelten zet

When the Saint marches in

We are trav’ling in the footsteps
Of those who’ve gone before,
And we’ll all be reunited,
On a new and sunlit shore,
 
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
 
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuse to shine
And when the sun refuse to shine
 
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the sun refuse to shine
And when the moon turns red with blood
And when the moon turns red with blood
 
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the moon turns red with blood
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
 
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the trumpet sounds its call
Some say this world of trouble,
Is the only one we need,
 
But I’m waiting for that morning,
When the new world is revealed.
Oh When the new world is revealed
Oh When the new world is revealed
 
Lord, how I want to be in that number
when the new world is revealed
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
 
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
 
No Last Judgement, please, Lord
I used to have a playmate
 
Who would walk and talk with me
But since I got religion
he has turned his back on me.
 
Don’t judge him Lord
he’s ignorant
he will hear and speak
It is a matter of Effatha
the hypnosis of the weak
Have mercy with his soul
it´s precious, it´s my whole.

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