l'horace in the morning (acoustic) şarkı sözleri
The rich man’s wealth is his strong city
The destruction of the poor, is his poverty
But et not your heart be troubled, by this
And lift not up your hands to unrighteousness
The blessings of the Lord, it maketh rich
And He will not add, no sorrows to it
So don’t you let your heart, lust for vanity
And lift not up your hands to iniquity (yeah)
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, In the morning light
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, in the morning light
The treasures of the wicked, shall profit none
And fools will die, for lack of wisdom (yeah)
The blessings of the Lord, it, maketh rich
And He will never add, no sorrows to it (yay)
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, in the morning light
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, in the morning light
Take care of the widow and the fatherless
See to it that the land they possess
And do not oppress the hireling in his wage
And don’t you kick your sister down to lift yourself (yeah)
The blessings of the Lord it, maketh rich
And He will not add, no sorrows to it
So don’t you let your heart, lust for vanity
And lift not up your hands to iniquity (yay, yeah)
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, In the morning light
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, in the morning light
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, In the morning light
Weeping endure for a night
But Jah will make it all right
In the morning, in the morning light
