It must have been somebody cryin'
Well, me from my slumbering, oh,
lock in the bed
I know that it wasn't my woman,
she's sleeping here right by me
I know that it's not the wind,
Lord,
For the nightingales sing and play
I know that it isn't my dove,
Or rats in pheasants see dreams
I know that it's not my
cattle and sheep,
For the pasture is fine and green
Oh,
Lord, can that be?
And still there's somebody crying
Singing a lonesome song
Oh,
Lord, can that be?
It might have been a cockerel a -throwin'
In a voice that was high and thin
It might have been the blue whale singin'
But I know that it could n't be
And it might have been a
brown bear dancin'
Pullin' fish from a bright clear stream
And layin' them out by the water
But he's laughin' here,
in my dream
Oh,
Lord, come down and dance
Still there's somebody cryin',
singin' the night time blues, oh,
Lord, can that be?
It's not the far cry of the seagull
Following the trawl of mountain howl
It's not the bulge out of the miner
Scraping the shins on the stone
It's not the rich banker from
London
A wheelin' in, datin' all day
It's not thy priest and his sermon
Showing his sinners the way
Oh,
Lord, can I love you?
And still there's somebody
cryin' and wailin' so bitterly
Oh,
Lord, can that be?
I was flying through rubble and ru in
And waving between dead trees
When a man with a mask on his face,
Lord
Asked me if I wore the green
Was black, brown or white?
Was I yellow?
Said that I could be sure
Said I was looking for someone
Honest and gentle and pure
Who could that be?
And still there's somebody crying,
and I feel that I'm closer now
Oh,
Lord, can it be?
A flash of light blinded my vision
Thunder rolled out from the sky
The sheep on the hillside
stood watchin'
And they never did understand why
There's a
Cheshire cat smilin' and a grinnin'
On the prowl of an old
-fashioned bug
Layin' a trap baited with
buttermilk cheese
and stuffin' bernie bags
under his coat
Cold lockin' up there
And still there's somebody cryin'
But I think I know now who it is
Good morning,
sweet bright sunshine
Milk bottles clang on my
doorstep
Someone's knockin'
and battin' my door
The telephone is ringing
Daylight has come once more
Now there's a new day a -dawnin'
Maybe the answer I'll find
What is a night without sleepin'?
What is a life without love?
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