Lord ferry, ferry my two feet—
Hungry like cow in my liver
To, to waters of the river
Look that the helmsmen—
Are struggling with the storm
She has seen it, you need to speed it up.
Give, give my child her toy,
That's all she's always wanted.
I know she's 71 years—
Praying it every time on and off
She has seen wonderfuls,
—Even greater ones to tell the world.
Far from all lies—
Far from all bells and whistles
I'm not much of praying for lucks
Not on my knees as I should
Just help me put my faith into practice
And lord breathe, breathe into my soul.
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