Chariot, The
Calvin Makenzie
Make no mistakes, my voice is clearAnd though it may be a subtle threat: Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regretsWe cannot distinguish all of the worldSo celebrate and sing alongIt is a giftIt's where I belongStraight down and to the east, I place my hands out in front of meWe are ALL the crowdTo the sweet by and by I comeTo the crowd be blessedI swear I won't let you chokeYou give me nothing but rest and a loving handI belong to the warI belong to your sideI can't hold my breath but I swear I think this is the startThat's the nature of the beastIf we have nothing left but death, it is a clear but subtle threat"The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest."WE are the crowd
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