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Prussian Blue The Stranger Lyrics

Last updated: 02/23/2009 10:00:00 AM

The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk—
I cannot feel his mind.


The men of my own stock
They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wonted to,
They are used to the lies I tell.

This was my father's belief
and this is also mine
let the corn be all of one sheaf
and the grapes be all of one vine

The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control—
What reasons sway his mood;


The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;

This was my father's belief
and this is also mine
let the corn be all of one sheaf
and the grapes be all of one vine

This was my father's belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all of one sheaf—
And the grapes be all of one vine,

Thanks to Moi for submitting The Stranger Lyrics.



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