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Roberta Flack

Sunday And Sister Jones

 

Sunday And Sister Jones

(альбом: Quiet Fire - 1971)


It was early Sunday evening
Just before the death of day
All the family friends were grieving
Rev. Jones just passed away
Sister Jones had seen it coming
She was familiar with the signs
Late one night I heard her humming
While strolling through the Georgia pines
She said "Lord if you take him away, I don't want to live!"

It was early Sunday morning
Just before the birth of day
I can hear the rooster crowing
Sister Jones knelt down and prayed:
"Lord, he's slipping through my fingers
Is death the master of us all?
Lord, I'm humble here before you
Just grant this life and don't let him fall."
She said "Lord if you take him away
I don't want to live another day."

Later on that Sunday evening
Just before the midnight dawn
Sister Jones was heavy breathing
I still hear her mourning song
Life was crying from her body
Like water from a drying well
Well I heard her whisper "Thank you, Jesus"
Just before the midnight bell
Sister Jones was taken away, she didn't live
Sister Jones was taken away, she did not live another day
Sister Jones was taken away, she didn't live
Sister Jones was taken away, she didn't live another day

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