Текст Roberta Flack – Sunday And Sister Jones
Текст:
It was early Sunday evening
Just before the death of day
All the family friends were grievin’
Rev. Jones just passed away
She was familiar with the signs
Late one night I heard her humming
While strollin’ through the Georgia pines
She said «Lord if you take him away, I don’t want to live!»
It was early Sunday morning
Just before the birth of day
I can hear the rooster crowing
Sister Jones knelt down and prayed:
«Lord, he’s slippin’ through my fingers
Is death the master of us all?
Lord, I’m humble here before you
Just grant this life and don’t let him fall.»
She said «Lord if you take him away
I don’t want to live another day.»
Later on that Sunday evening
Just before the midnight dawn
Sister Jones was heavy breathin’
I still hear her mournin’ song
Life was cryin’ from her body
Like water from a dryin’ well
Well I heard her whisper «Thank you, Jesus»
Just before the midnight bell
Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live
Sister Jones was taken away, she did not live another day
Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live
