| Lyrics: | Don't you give up my young young friend
Here's a story I think will please
How sir Rastus
Bear was in fact redeemed
Redeemed from the cell to which he'd been thrown
By men whose love
was more for the ice and cold
Goblins of surcease, villains of wise
They pranced your
brain all through the long long night
Sir Rastus Bear who'd ever believe
You'd be by a song
redeemed?
Up on the north forty, I'm sure it was christmas day
When sir Rastus Bear
taught children how to play
Games of life and love, and songs, oh, those songs
Oh those deep
but true, healed (?) country songs
Goblins of surcease, villains of wise
They pranced
your brain all through the long long night
Sir Rastus Bear who'd ever believe
You'd be by a
song redeemed?
Redeemed, good lord, from the ice and cold
Redeemed from the cell to
which I've been thrown
Redeemed by virtue, of a country song
And I believe that lord, It
won't be long |
