Ein früher Song von Willie Nelson, aus der Zeit,
als er sich seine Brötchen noch vorwiegend mit
dem Schreiben von Songs für Andere verdiente.
Dabei machte er öfters den Fehler- so auch in
diesem Fall-, dass er die Songs mitsamt den
Rechten daran verkaufte, um überhaupt über
die Runden zu kommen. Für einige seiner
frühen und damals schon schönen Songs sah
der heutige Supertar niemals Tantiemen auf
seinem Konto.
There's a fam'ly bible on the table
Each page is torn and hard to read
But the fam'ly bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memories.
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the fam'ly bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by one.
Refrain:
I can see us sittin' 'round the table
When from the fam'ly bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages cleft for me.
This old world of ours is full of troubles
This old world would oh, so better be
If we had more bibles on the table
And mothers singing Rock of Ages cleft for me.
Refrain:
I can see us sittin' 'round the table
When from the fam'ly bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages cleft for me.
Rock of Ages, Rock of Ages cleft for me...
