Send my soul a walkin’
and see what you can find
A favourite trick
with a favourite rule
And a favourite right to be
O happy is the fate
of that poor chap
that wonders
into waters too deep to bear
and send him packing back home
While the door slam’s firmly shut behind
Save the smiles
And save the giles
For I now talk of Thee
For I am ever watching You
YOU FATED SOUL
CONTORT NOT TO ME
OH EGO BE
FOR I AM ME
MOTHER of a fated NATION
MOTHER of my SOUL
MOTHER of a thousand HEARTS
That TRUE YOU BE
My hearts not walkin’
My souls not walkin’
out on ME...
