Waiting for a sign. To turn blood into wine. The sweet taste in your mouth. Turned bitter in its glass Israel, in Israel. Israel, in Israel Shattered fragments of the past. Meet in veins on the stained
As Joseph was a-walking. He heard an Angel sing. This night shall be the birth time. Of Christ the heavenly king As Joseph was a-walking. He heard an Angel sing. This night shall be the birth
while . For a while . Joseph ran a lumber yard . About a mile from Olive park . Quiet boy, he never had much to say . It was love right from the start . He bought a ring and won Mary's heart . Had hopes
, elegant soirees. The gayest the Bible has seen. It's funny but since we lost Joseph. We've gone to the other extreme. No-one comes to dinner now. We only eat them anyhow. I even find I'm missing
