It's a Square World

When He returns Death will have no dominion. Even so, life has its its ups and downs its down and outs. Meanwhile, Let the yeahs be yeahs and the nays be nays At least until the man rides in on an unsealed white horse to set the fates burning to start the gyres turning to complete the saints' yearning "I've got a three-penny opera I'll sell ya." said the joker to the thief "but there must be some way outa here" mourned the poet in his grief. A bleeker scenario than this I can't imagine what it'd be "Positively, but it's on fourth street" where you'll find relief. "It's in a cafe called the Commons" where we'll shirk belief. Yeah, there must be some way out here where you'll find relief said the trumper to the thief. Jez take me to the village gate where I can pass beyond this hate. Yonder He comes on donkey he arrives. Someday he'll arrive. Say what? Just say when; then we can begin. I can't say when; it's blowin' in the wind. But the wind is up, sky is blue its beautiful and so are you Dear Prudence. Won't you come out to play! I think I'll just stay where I'm at. But quothe the raven "Nevermore." Aw, he's a bird brain, don'cha know? Fuhgedabowdit. cuz when you wish upon a star. . . But I can't stay here; it's a hard, hard, hard rain's gonna fall. I know. I know. Just chill out dude. Wait at the village gate until Love turns away from all this hate. It just seems like the bitter end to me said the Villager at the gate. Don't worrry aboud it, boobie! I got some woodstock land I'll sell ya. . . lemme tell ya. When push comes to shove we'll all surrender our crowns on this blood-stained ground. Cuz He's got plans of his own to set up his throne. You mean the donnie? No no heavens no But we gotta get past this crummy hotel room in Lincoln Square

Our breath comes out white clouds and mingles and hangs on the stair at Ford's Theatre, up the stairs. Stairway to heaven? No, no! just surrender your crown on this grassy knoll ground. He's got plans of His own to change this world's tone when He returns. after the hard rain falls when the trumpet calls. He'll blow it in on the wind. A Pentecost amend A latter rain that's hard, gonna fall, y'all! before the final curtain call Cuz he got plans of his own to change this world's tone when He returns. Oh, but what about Ai? said the joker to the thief Don't fret about it. He's got plans of His own to set up his throne when He returns. Just surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground. And the truth shall make you free. Death will have no dominion. Just believe! I know I know, it's a slow train, slow as a homo erectus brain. But it's coming! coming round the bend, and for His people He will send at the end, which is actually the begin! King of Soul