Passings - The Master of the FalsettoIn memoriam, these Desmond Dekker - Israelites Lyrics:
- Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite - Sir
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids, dem pack up and a leave me
"Darling" she said "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelite
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me Israelite
After a storm there must be a calming
Ya catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor - a poor, a poor, a poor me Israelite, yii
I said I get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite - Sir
I said my wife and my kids, dem pack up and a leave me
"Darling" she said "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelite - Sir, look
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor - a poor, a poor me Israelite - Sir
After a storm there must be a calming
Ya catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor - me Israelite, yiii
A poor a poor a poor a poor me Israelite
I'm a wondering, I'm working so a hard
A poor a poor a poor me Israelite
I look a-down and out sir ....
Redeemed by Our Savior, I work out my salvation with fear and trembling in Pohang, South Korea, where I live with my wife, daughter, and son and teach English at a science and technology university. Baptized a Methodist and raised a Missouri Synod Lutheran in Buffalo, NY, I spent six years as a guest of the Anglican Communion before being received by the Grace of God into the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church on the Feast of Saint Andrew, my patron, anno domini 2002.
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