Diamonds, roses, I need Moses To cross this sea of loneliness, part this Red River of pain I don't necessarily buy any key to the future or happiness
I'm holdin' to the Lord I'm holdin' to the Lord Oh, if I could I surely would stand on the rock Where Moses stood Sinners run and hide your face Sinners
Come on now, don't you want to see This thing that's happening to me Like Moses had power over sea So you've got a power over me Come on now, don't you
Traditional Away by the river so clear the ladies were winding their way when Pharoah's little daughter stepped down to the water to bathe in the cool
Now once there lived an old man with a very crooked nose He lived in log hut and they called him old man Mose, yeah Early one mornin' I knocked at his
He got a wizened face And a crooked staff He works his art He works his craft I got Moses in my life He got the evil eye He got leather skin He brings
I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with sinners
Moses, Moses Don't you let King Pharaoh overtake you Moses, Moses Don't you let King Pharaoh overtake you Moses, Moses Don't you let King Pharaoh overtake
What is wrong with humans from beginning of creation Brutal them a never gonna change no I Father give them life that them turn to sufferation Politics
Tell them tell them, Tell them the reason why you crying children Tell them, tell them tell them the Reason why you shed those tears (
Diamonds, roses, I need Moses, to cross this sea of lonliness, part this red river of pain. and I don't necessarily buy, ever key to the future, or happiness
Oh, Charleston Heston Your father's favorite son Walks in whistling Casey Jones Moses with a gun Oh, Charleston Heston Your father's favorite son Round
MOSES RI-TOORAL-I-AY (Brain O'Higgins) The policeman walked out, oh, so proud on his beat When a vision came to him of stripes on his sleeve; "Promotion
I try to block it out my mind As you see [at] Ruler show's is inquirin' noses Goin' into a story about a kid named Moses Once a prophet was to be born
Moses suposes his toeses are roses But Moses supposes erroneously And Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses As Moses supposes his toeses to be Moses
MOSES JONES Writer Damon Black I WAS RAISED BY AN OLD BLACK MAN NAMED MOSES JONES IN A SHACK BY A COTTON PATCH WE CALLED HOME HE TOOK THE LEAD
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Moses Brown told the children to sit down please He noticed that they had lost their identity He came to town to give you a toy that everybody's puttin