Wissahickon ras el-fahmat
"Who are you steppping out in a torn tunic? Religion, true offspring of the Father on high. Why with such poor clothes? I spurn perishable riches. What is this book? The Law of my father which is to be venerated. Why is your breast naked? It is fitting for a friend of purity. Why do you lean on the Cross? The Cross is my only repose. Why are you winged? I teach men to fly above the stars. Why are you surrounded by rays? I dispel the darkness of the soul. Why is death hardpressed by you? Because I am the death of death."
O then I'm so sorry, father. I never thought I hurt you so much.
"There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him. He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in."
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Performed Reshes.
Et expecto ressurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
The tears are welling in my eyes again
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
twenty pretty girls to carry them down
twenty deep holes to bury them in.
O then I'm so sorry, father. I never thought I hurt you so much.
"There's a man who spoke wonders though I've never met him. He said, "He who seeks finds and who knocks will be let in."
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Performed Reshes.
Et expecto ressurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
The tears are welling in my eyes again
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
twenty pretty girls to carry them down
twenty deep holes to bury them in.