Tella Me Lord

My Brother, my brother, so selfish such pride

You went to the station in the middle of the night

Scaring the maidens

Scare them to death

My Brother, my brother, I can see it in your eyes

You were at the station in the middle of the night

& I wonder what shall I do

Shall I tell what's the truth?

 

WHAT IN THE WORLD SHOULD A POOR BOY FULFILL

WHAT WOULD BE DOING GOD'S WILL?

TELLA ME LORD WHAT A TOO SHALL I BE

A CAN IN THE HEAT OR A WASHING MACHINE

A CROWN ON THE HEAD OR A KNIFE IN THE BREAD

OH, WHAT SHALL I BE?

 

My Sister, my sister, so helpless so shy

He kicked you in the belly, one day you must die

& you take your little bag

& then you go back

My Sister, my sister, so helpless so dumb

I could sing I could write

I could say what I want

You will follow your way

Till it's to late

 

WHAT IN THE WORLD...

 

My Mother, my mother, too heartless to sigh

You went to the station got something to fry

What you have in you pan, mother

Is it sister is it brother?

My mother, my mother, now what shall I do

Shall I slay you with the pan

Or have a dinner with you?

It's not easy to decide

It's so hard to realize

 

WHAT IN THE WORLD...

(c) d.ottn