Old Jerusalem Grasshoppers
Send in no servants
They won’t take a word from me
All that I’ve known
I’m oblivious to now
I’m but a piece here
A fragment of truth
Hence here a lie
Stands in forced oath before you
So don’t you take my word
I’m no use as your tool
My love is forgiving
As my jealousy was cruel
Stay calm
I am sure you are restless at home
But these days they ain’t easy ones to be alone
And smile
No moral quest should be faced with a frown
And keep warm, I’m sure it is cold now there in your town
We must
Take the days in their simple routine
And find home in the bosom of each situation that time brings
Today
I too awoke unprepared for the cold sun
Stay warm, baby, I am sure it is cold now there down in your town
God granted new life
And wise he must be
Between the two of us
We’ll find something
