Paroles de Softly Moses

Softly Moses speaks Quietly to sleep Easter Sunday never tasted so bitter Lonely in the dark Images creep past Bright pink Purple, blue Green and black Despair, oh holy day We cross down sorrow's way Weep, weep We are the slaves on Easter Sunday Oh I wish that I could die for thee On a technicolour calvary Egypt would be ours Ten thousand years of peace Where happiness would lie Madness bids me, say not all that rises is of God For shame and guilt All owe it to me Administer it like a pill Father heals none One Easter Sunday Sister, brother, sister Fall on to your knees the blush of the flower tastes of false gods and trickery Mercy, mercy my son you belong to me Oh moses, save my empty, my empty soul And i wish that i could die for thee On a technicolor calvary Egypt would be ours Ten thousand years of peace Softly, Moses, speak Quiet me to sleep Easter sunday never tasted so bitter