that Christ's word will grow wherever you will sow Wait a while, hold out hope -- it grows wherever you will sow And maybe you're fried now, afraid you
When you hide in the dark I cain't find you Who's gonna save your soul Tonight Who's gonna show you things Will be alright Who will love the ones You
I envy the writers and the poets who know the way to the places poetry grow There is no harvest if you never sow So I beg, steal and borrow wherever
and your brother And you only do, yeah What you want done unto you You will reap what you sow So be true wherever you go You will have what you say
If you go to Casmance, they speak Diola Go to Cap Vert, and you'll hear Lebou In St. Louis, the dialect is Wolof At Sine, it is Serer If you address the
you (teach you) So you'll know the truth and it could reach you (reach you) Then it reproves you and it beats you Corrects you and straightens you up
or you brother And you only do What you want done unto to you You will reap What you sow So be true wherever you go You will have What you say That's
teach you (teach you) So you'll know the truth and it could reach you (reach you) Then it reproves you and it beats you Corrects you and straightens you
envy the writers and the ?iats who know the way to the places were poetry grow There is no harvest if you never sow So I beg. steal and borrow wherever
