Father John
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words and music - Tony Provencher
Vocal, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, and Tambourine - Tony Provencher
Album: Promise
Me Nothing
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Lyrics
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(Chorus)
Father John,
Tell your little congregation
About the angels up in heaven,
And about the Lord on High,
Who lives way up in the sky.
Tell them that if they are good,
And they live the way they should,
And they say their prayers well,
They won't have to go to Hell.
You tell them stories of a Man Who lived so long ago,
And no one understands, and, Father, even you don't know,
And no one knows just why he's there, but he heard Father say
That everyone should go on Sunday to the church and prayer.
Missus Dillon wore a brand new hat to church today,
And Missus Land is trying hard to look the other way;
And Father speaks his empty words to empty ears and eyes,
Of living by the Ten Commandments to gain Paradise.
Repeat Chorus
Father John, you've got it wrong, that's not it at all.
No, it's not of Noah's Ark, nor of Adam's fall.
It's not two thousand years ago, it's not up in the sky;
It's people here with crosses now, people who must cry.
So take your little congregation's woes to Him above,
And talk to him and you will know the only Word is Love.
And tell your little congregation hold each other's hands
And smile, and know that we are brothers all throughout the lands.
(Chorus)
Father John,
Tell your little congregation
About the angels up in heaven,
And about the Lord on High,
Who lives way up in the sky.
Tell them that if they are good,
And they live the way they should,
And they say their prayers well,
They won't have to go to Hell.
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