Precious Rib

I languished in pool of pains I sat the brook of tears Oh my rib; do I submit to creed? The tribal bridge couldn’t have barred me Look up oh precious rib Behold the serene climate Stand firm oh rib; hold firm Sail the stormy ship with me I saw the cloud assembled So I became resolute to walk the rain Does that mean you never saw it? The range land is near Break the cord of tribe and creed Weary not your heart Stand firm oh rib; hold firm