From The Cradle To The Grave Lyrics
Look at the Sun - oh, there's no Sun alreadyThen look at the sky... It's blackLike an ink-spot over your headDo you see me over there now, Now I'm merging in the spot But hear my sweet voice, take my handRock into your dreamsI'm coming to take you, I am your panderAnd you'll become like me, blackend on the landscapeI'll take you down to the grave, it's over there You are my chosen...I've lowered for you a cradle Braid from dead lianas and withered flowers>From the cradle to the graveIt cannot rain all the timeIt cannot always be the day But it can always be the nightWay down to your eternal bedKept it for you, kept it for yearsTill blossoms fallen and lianas molder Set free your soul, it goes to meDon't think for nothing, my voice is leading you
Korozy From The Cradle To The Grave
