MATHETΩN

Lord, Lord, time gone you save me—now I cry by night and day.
Lord, Lord, time gone you save me—now I cry by night and day.
Put my prayers where you can see them.
When I cry, turn your eyes this way.

Lord, my soul is full of troubles, and I think I goin die.
Lord, my soul is full of troubles, and I think I goin die.
You can find me in the graveyard
wanderin where the murdered lie.

It you, Lord, Lord, that put me into darkness, into hell.
It you, Lord, Lord, that put me into darkness, into hell.
Lord, you so angry with me—
your rage it swirl and swell.

You drive my neighbors from me, and they gone so far away.
You drive my neighbors from me, and they gone so far away.
They say that I be damned, Lord—
and I ain’t got a word to say.

My eyes, they mourn and cry, Lord—and I call and call on you.
My eyes, they mourn and cry, Lord—and I call and call on you.
My hands, they reach to heaven,
and I call and call on you.

Can you show the dead a wonder—can you make him rise and sing?
Can you show the dead a wonder—can you make him rise and sing?
With your lovin and your kindness—
can you make the graveyard sing?

You do wonders and you do right, Lord. They be seen in the dead and
dark?
You do wonders, you do right, Lord. They be seen in the dead and
dark?
Can a land that remember nothin
know the Lord got a faithful heart?

It you, Lord, Lord, I callin—and this mornin, goin make you stay.
It you, Lord, Lord, I callin—and this mornin, goin make you stay
and answer why you hidin
once you threw my soul away.

You know I been afflicted—when a child, I wish to die.
You know I been afflicted—when a child, I wish to die.
Your rage it like to drown me—
Lord, it you who terrify.

Your terror it come round me, and I think I goin drown.
Your terror it come round me, and I think I goin drown.
There ain’t nobody love me,
and I ain’t got a friend around.

—Pace King David