Cities of the Plain - mewithoutYou

PHARAOH SONG:

Is there a balm in Gilead

To heal the sin-sick soul

And make the wounded whole?

Thirty sons' thirty towns'

Mournful sounds

Formed beneath the sword and crown

Caught up in the green screen clouds

FIREY RAIN:

Brimstone came pouring down

On the cities of the plain came down?

On children of the same came down?

But Mary, don’t cry

Please don’t you cry

Mary, please don’t you cry

Mary, don’t cry

Please don’t you cry

Mary, please don’t you cry

BRIDE (adorned in garments of salvation, torn):

A promise to an air sign

Born on the cusp of Capricorn?

DAUGHTERS (of Jerusalem):

Arouse, ye love!

SONS (overusing sounds like «love»

W/ its permission or an emphatic absence thereof):

Harvest past, summer’s end

If we still are not saved

Was I not sufficiently ashamed?

Neither did I blush save to speak your name?

SERAPHIM &CHERUBIM:

(Serving Arab wine from Hebrew skins

In whose anger you’ll find no sin):

Now’s as dreadful a time as any to begin

But Mary, don’t cry

Please don’t you cry

Mary, please don’t you cry