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Wake Nicodemus

アーティスト:Tim Curry  アルバム:Read My Lips 

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Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag full of gold He was reckoned to be of the salt of the earth, but he died years ago very old Twas his last sad request, so we laid him to rest in the trunk of an old hollow tree Wake me up was his charge at the first break of day, wake me up for the great jubilee He was known as a prophet, at least was as wise, for he told of the battles to come And we trembled with dread when he rolled up his eyes, and we heeded the shake of his thumb. Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore were in patches at elbow and knee and he still wears the suit that he used to of yore as he sleeps in the old hollow tree Nicodemus was never the sport of the lash, though the bullet has oft crossed his path There were none of his masters so brave or so rash as to face such a man in his wrath Yet his great heart of kindness was filled to the brim, he


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