Donker West

Of het werd altijd wel weer Licht.

Ede Staal ! In relatie tot Tommy Robinson.

't het nog nooit zo donker west

Ze woonden soamen in 'n hoeske Zai was wat stief van reumetiek Toch konden de zok hail nuver redden In 't lutje hoeske achter diek

De kinder waren al laank de deur oet Toch kwamen ze voak nog op 't ol stee En mainstied hadden ze 't over vrouger Din wizzen z'apmoal wat e zee

refr.: 't Het nog nooit, nog nooit zo donker west Of 't wer altied wel weer licht

Zes hounder en 'n olde sege 'n Swientje op 't hok en 'n kaampke laand En twijmoal doags even over 't loantje En din huil opoe hom bie d'haand

Zien haile leven haar e aarbaid En moeke mit acht kiender thoes Bie zummerdag hail vroug aan't maaien En pas om melkenstied bie hoes

Toun op 'n zundag in december Krigt opa 't zomor zo benauwd Zien dochter brengt hom din noar stad tou Omdat ze t'aiglieks nait vertraauwt

En anderdoags is e overleden 't Het mie veur 't olske zo begroot Meschain was 't beter andersom west Want drij week loater was ze dood

De dood dat heb je nait veur 't zeggen Want baaide wollen ze geern geliek Ze rusten zacht doar op 't kerkhof Vlak bie 't hoeske achter diek.

When the man comes around

(beware, for judgement is coming)

"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse"

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names And he decides who to free and who to blame

Everybody won't be treated all the same There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up At the terror in each sip and in each sup Will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground? When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers One hundred million angels singin' Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum Voices callin', voices cryin' Some are born and some are dyin' It's alpha and omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn tree It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks Till armageddon no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home The wise man will bow down before the throne And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still Listen to the words long written down When the man comes around Hear the trumpets hear the pipers One hundred million angels singin' Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum Voices callin', voices cryin' Some are born and some are dyin' It's alpha and omega's kingdom come And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn trees It's hard for thee to kick against the prick In measured hundredweight and penny pound

When the man comes around!

"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts And I looked, and behold a pale horse And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him"

Johnny Cash- The Man Comes Around