Talitha cumi
but when would I arise
when would my dry bones rise
when would the tears of anguish leave my eye
when would the creator here my cries
when would my blessings arrive
when would I mouth chant "hallelujah"
and my heart be filled with joy.
there is no sycamore tree to climb
how do I see the Messiah
my Lazarus is still in the sepulchre
how then do I call myself a free man
the rivers of Babylon has dried
how would my leprous namaan be cleansed
there is no more pool at bethsida
and the beautiful gate has closed.
when would my blind bathemeus see
I pray that the sun Stand still
till by Joshua become victorious
I pray Goliath doesn't defeat my David
and my barren Hannah would have a baby
from the hands of the Philistines
there would be a Samson to save me.
my ancestors have eaten a sour grape
but it is my teeth that has been set on the edge
they sinned and are no more
but I bear the punishment
would my Moses get to the promise land
when would the giant leave my cannan
because I don't want to go back to Egypt
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