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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 wouldn’t 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,
They’ve got us pressed down tight
But they can’t blow out the light.

And all that must burn,
All that must burn
Is all that won’t turn.

So pour me a drink of that water,
Pour me a drink of that water
And here’s to Jerusalem’s 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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