I'm not the one you've been searching for.
He'll come after me, I know.
I don't know any more to say
Except that
No one has seen him, but everyone knows him.
I cry in the wilderness, for I was so chosen, but
I'm not the one who was here before,
But they spoke of me, I know,
And I'm waiting here for to serve.
Now know that
Here comes a man like a lamb to be slaughtered.
I do his work, but I've nothing but water, and
((Water splashing sounds))
© (3/21) 1988 National Records Inc.
(p) 1988 Big Apple PubCo
Owned by TDC. All rights reserved.
From the forthcoming Weavers LP, Thanks, Bub, DXSA-748.