Wake Nicodemus Lyrics
| Song | Wake Nicodemus |
| Artist | Tim Curry |
| Album | Read My Lips |
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| 作词 : Day, Ezrin, Work | |
| 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 obeyed who was born to command | |
| But he longed for the morning which then was so dim, for the morning which now is at hand | |
| Twas a long weary night, we were almost in fear that the future was more than he knew | |
| Twas a long weary night but the morning is near and the words of our prophet are ture | |
| There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone, there are tokens in endless array | |
| While the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn, on hastens the event of the day | |
| (Refrain) | |
| The good time coming is almost here | |
| It was long, long, long on the way | |
| Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up pomp | |
| And to meet us at the gum tree down in the swamp | |
| To wake Nicodemus today |
| zuo ci : Day, Ezrin, Work | |
| 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 obeyed who was born to command | |
| But he longed for the morning which then was so dim, for the morning which now is at hand | |
| Twas a long weary night, we were almost in fear that the future was more than he knew | |
| Twas a long weary night but the morning is near and the words of our prophet are ture | |
| There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone, there are tokens in endless array | |
| While the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn, on hastens the event of the day | |
| Refrain | |
| The good time coming is almost here | |
| It was long, long, long on the way | |
| Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up pomp | |
| And to meet us at the gum tree down in the swamp | |
| To wake Nicodemus today |
| zuò cí : Day, Ezrin, Work | |
| 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 obeyed who was born to command | |
| But he longed for the morning which then was so dim, for the morning which now is at hand | |
| Twas a long weary night, we were almost in fear that the future was more than he knew | |
| Twas a long weary night but the morning is near and the words of our prophet are ture | |
| There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone, there are tokens in endless array | |
| While the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn, on hastens the event of the day | |
| Refrain | |
| The good time coming is almost here | |
| It was long, long, long on the way | |
| Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up pomp | |
| And to meet us at the gum tree down in the swamp | |
| To wake Nicodemus today |
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