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Beggars To God - Lyrics by Rogers Sally


Lyrics
BEGGARS TO GOD(
Bob Franke)
The song of Gypsy Davy rang
Delighted through the night
The wise and foolish virgin
Kept her candles burning bright
Rise up my young and foolish one
And follow if you can,
There'll be no need for candles
In the arms of such a man. Make love to each other Be free with each other Be prisoners of love 'til you lie in the sod Be friends to each other Forgive one another See God in each other Be beggars to God.
The night was cold and dark and wet
As they wandered on alone.
The sky became their canopy
The earth became their throne
And as their raiment ran to rags
They thought it nothing wrong
For earth and sky are robe enough
When you sing the gypsy song.
They sang and played the gypsy song
Wherever they were sent
To some it seemed a dancing tune
To some a sad lament.
But in every heart that heard them true
A tear became a smile
And the pauper or a prince
Became the gypsy for awhile.
Copyright Telephone Pole Music Publishing Co.
Recorded by Sally Rogers on "
Satisfied Customers" in 1984filename
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