Steal Away To Gaia
Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus,
Steal away, steal away home,
I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord he calls me
He calls me by the thunder
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul,
I ain't got long to stay here.
EarthTribe she calls us
Calls through sounding thunder,
Her manna fall without-in OurSoul
We ain't got yeast to leave Her.
Green trees are bending
Po' sinner stand a-trembling
The trumpet sounds within-a my soul
I ain't got long to stay here.
Green trees are dying
Po'Nature stand a-trembling
Her wealth full root within-a Our Soul
We ain't found love to loose Her.
Walk away, walk away, walk away with Gaia
Fly away, fly away home
We ain't got long to live here.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2018
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