at day-break prophet on a hill prophet prayed to remove violence we won't be in pain now to be sure righteousness fills earth with horn of plenty god takes care of us
begged again to angel to tell of god's abode devote to recitation and listen long have I journeyed so that I make a new kind world where everybody prays and thanks
In the day of trouble striving for the secret shade on the mountainside shifting gears Dreaming of red rose I bow down my ear to hear the word To be sure in hopes the pious lamp at night grants me inner peace