OH happy life of comfort come to me,
I will enjoy the finer things they say,
Many do succeed they find their way,
But temporary joy is all they'll see,
God call these Babylon worthily,
To silver, gold and men they like to pray,
Their riches left to kin when passed away,
The poor poor life is just a tragedy,
The least they will have trouble in this life,
They'll live under the stars or in some caves,
persecute them maybe ostracize,
victorious they still have joy in strife,
Oh jewels of God you will be born from graves,
Babylon you'll ne'er feel that real sunrise.
I met some know it alls that think they won,
I met some rich that won their goals to play,
I met some ones that struggle all the day,
I say when sunrise comes new hopes begun.
I walk with you under the same ol' sun
we compromise we tone down what we say,
for harvest time is what one plants our pay,
Now I garden with care that jobs ne'er done.
We all are like a tree that grown not straight,
One powerful wind or storm Oh we would fall,
I think true beauty is an attitude,
A crooked tree with love no place for hate,
A remembered life with smiles no names e'er called,
This task is to important to elude.
