The
Time
©2003
Gibbens/Weston
Say the time was at hand,
Say the time was at hand,
Well, who here would stand?
All the wicked shall fall,
The wicked shall fall
Who wouldnt hear at all.
And the humble and the meek shall
prevail,
The humble and the meek shall prevail
Though the earth itself should fail.
And the lovers of the human race,
The lovers of the human race
Will be speaking face to face.
Cause the saints are waiting in
line,
The saints are waiting in line
For a shot of that holy wine.
Still they got us pressed down
tight,
Theyve got us pressed down tight
But they cant blow out the light.
And all that must burn,
All that must burn
Is all that wont turn.
So pour me a drink of that water,
Pour me a drink of that water
And heres to Jerusalems daughter.
Oh that water tastes so sweet,
That water tastes so sweet
On the sunny side of the street.
Oh that water tastes so sweet,
That water tastes so sweet,
Put you back on your dancing feet.
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