| 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 |
