The Bells

Rock-a-bye baby, Bethlehem Stable
There’s a dog-earred Bible on the kitchen table
Of a Mississippi morning, cotton plantation
And a Tarrytown underground railroad station
Abraham rises on a day decided
All six foot four in a house divided
Cries like he knows what the wind is bringing
Now the trees are down but the birds are singing
Muddy waters. keep on rolling
And the bells are cracked. but they keep on tolling
Muddy waters. keep on rolling
And the bells are cracked. but they keep on tolling
Lead
Bus pulls up, Montgomery station
She reads the law like an invitation
The oil is low but the lamp is burning
And the Wheels are busted but they keep on turning
Break my bread, share my water
Take my hand and call me brother
The kingdom stands, the walls are leaning
At the edge of the water a King is dreaming
Muddy waters. keep on rolling
And the bells are cracked. but they keep on tolling
Muddy waters. keep on rolling
And the bells are cracked. but they keep on tolling
Lead
Muddy waters. keep on rolling
And the bells are cracked. but they keep on tolling
Muddy waters. keep on rolling
And the bells are cracked. but they keep on tolling
Rock-a-bye baby, Bethlehem Stable
There’s a dog-earred Bible on the kitchen table
Of a Mississippi morning, cotton plantation
And a Tarrytown underground railroad station