Unto The Day

Oh, the deeds in my time
I’ve been sinking down my wine
Oh, Lord, in my time
I’ve been sinking down my wine
In the dark of the night
I’ve bumped my shin, can’t find the light
Where’s my mansions made of gold
Heaven knows, dear God has told
Oh, the deeds in my time
They ain’t worth one stinking dime
Oh, Lord, in my time
I’ve been sinking down my wine
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
«Thank you, that was very nice»
All the ladies I have seen
She’s got me wrapped in a wedding ring
She’s a dancer, dances fine
I don’t remember, what’s my next line?
She’s no hippie, dear God, I swear
Though she wears flowers in her hair
With this ring, I thee wed
It keeps me sane in my head
Oh, the deeds in my time
They ain’t worth one stinking dime
Oh, Lord, in my time
I’ve been sinking down my wine
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
«If I had the gift of prophecy and knew all about what is going to happen in
the future, knew everything about everything, but didn’t love the good people,
what good would it do? Even if I had the gift of faith, so that I could speak
to a mountain and make it move, I would still be worth nothing at all with the
love of the good people.»
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day
Suffer unto the day