Theology album

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Hosanna filio David,

Benedictus qui venit

In nomine Domini.

Rex Israel:

Hosanna in excelsis.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I don't know how to love him,

What to do, how to move him.

I've been changed,

Yes, really changed.

In these last few days

When I've seen myself,

I seem like someone else.

And I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why he moves me.

He's a man.

He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before,

In very many ways;

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love,

Let me feelings out?

I never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said he loved me,

I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope,

Just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head;

I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Hosanna filio David,

Benedictus qui venit

In nomine Domini.

Rex Israel:

Hosanna in excelsis.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I don't know how to love him,

What to do, how to move him.

I've been changed,

Yes, really changed.

In these last few days

When I've seen myself,

I seem like someone else.

And I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why he moves me.

He's a man.

He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before,

In very many ways;

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love,

Let me feelings out?

I never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said he loved me,

I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope,

Just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head;

I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I don't know how to love him,

What to do, how to move him.

I've been changed,

Yes, really changed.

In these last few days

When I've seen myself,

I seem like someone else.

And I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why he moves me.

He's a man.

He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before,

In very many ways;

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love,

Let me feelings out?

I never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said he loved me,

I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope,

Just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head;

I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Hosanna filio David,

Benedictus qui venit

In nomine Domini.

Rex Israel:

Hosanna in excelsis.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I don't know how to love him,

What to do, how to move him.

I've been changed,

Yes, really changed.

In these last few days

When I've seen myself,

I seem like someone else.

And I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why he moves me.

He's a man.

He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before,

In very many ways;

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love,

Let me feelings out?

I never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said he loved me,

I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope,

Just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head;

I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Hosanna filio David,

Benedictus qui venit

In nomine Domini.

Rex Israel:

Hosanna in excelsis.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I don't know how to love him,

What to do, how to move him.

I've been changed,

Yes, really changed.

In these last few days

When I've seen myself,

I seem like someone else.

And I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why he moves me.

He's a man.

He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before,

In very many ways;

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love,

Let me feelings out?

I never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said he loved me,

I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope,

Just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head;

I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Hosanna filio David,

Benedictus qui venit

In nomine Domini.

Rex Israel:

Hosanna in excelsis.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?

(Curtis Mayfield)

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

We people, who are darker than blue,

We've got no time for segregating.

I'm talking about brown and yellow, too.

I, a white girl, can't U tell,

I'm just the surface of our dark, deep well.

If your mind could really see,

You'd know your colour's same as me.

Pardon me, brother,

As U stand in your glory,

I know U won't mind

If I tell the whole story.

Now we have great respect

For the sister and the mother;

It's even better yet.

But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other.

When the time comes, and we are really free,

There'll be no brothers left to see.

We people, who are darker than blue,

Don't let us hang around this town

And let what others say come true.

We're just good for nothing, they all figure,

A boyish grown-up, shiftless jizzer.

Now we can't hardly stand for that,

Or is that really where it's at?

(Sinéad O'Connor)

Out of the depths I cry to U, oh lord.

Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored.

If U keep account of sins, oh, who would stand?

But U have forgiveness in your hands.

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared,

But I don't buy into everything I hear.

And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules

That were made by religion and not by U.

And I'm wondering will U ever get yourself free.

Is it bad to think U might like help from me?

Is there anything my little heart can do

To help religion share us with U?

For, oh, you're like a ghost in your home--

Nobody hears U crying all alone.

Oh, U are the one true really voiceless one.

They have their backs turned to you for worship of

Gold and stone.

And to see U prisoner, oh, makes me weep.

Nobody hears U screaming in the streets.

And it's sad, but true, how the old saying goes,

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."

I long for U as watchmen long for the end of night.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Sing, oh U righteous, to the Lord.

It's right that the upright should acclaim him.

Sing to Jah with your guitar.

Turn up yer bass amp;

Whack it up all the way to 'save him.'

By the word of Jah, heaven was made.

By the breath of his mouth, all its hosts.

He gathers up the oceans like a mound,

And stores the deep,

Stores the deep in vaults.

Sing him a new song.

Sing sweet with, shouts of joy.

For the word of Jah is right,

And he sees what is right,

And he loves what is right,

And the earth is full of his care.

Jah spoke and it was.

He commanded and it endured.

He frustrates teh plans of nations,

And brings to nothing

The designs of people.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

,

As the pavilions of Solomon .

because the sun has darkened me.

were so angry with me.

They made me watch the vineyards;

My own things I did not guard.

I sought whom my soul loves.

Oh, I sought, I sought, but I found him not.

So I ask U, daughters of Jerusalem,

Where is my love? Oh, tell me have U seen him?

, stately as cedars,

, his fragrance so pleases.

Such is my beloved, such is my darling,

And if U see him, say my heart is pining.

For the kisses of his mouth and his flavours,

Oh, the king had brought me into his chambers.

Say I delight in his love;

Say he's the one my soul was.

, no matter what love did,

Rivers can't drown love, no matter where love's hid.

So when U do find him out,

Bring his to my mother's house

And into the chamber of her who conceived me,

Then will he know me and then will he see me.

Tell him that love isn't done,

Tell him don't leave me alone.

(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice)

I don't know how to love him,

What to do, how to move him.

I've been changed,

Yes, really changed.

In these last few days

When I've seen myself,

I seem like someone else.

And I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why he moves me.

He's a man.

He's just a man.

And I've had so many men before,

In very many ways;

He's just one more.

Should I bring him down?

Should I scream and shout?

Should I speak of love,

Let me feelings out?

I never thought I'd come to this.

What's it all about?

Yet, if he said he loved me,

I'd be lost, I'd be frightened.

I couldn't cope,

Just couldn't cope.

I'd turn my head;

I'd back away.

I wouldn't want to know.

He scares me so.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

If U had a vineyard

On a fruitful hill,

And U fenced it and cleared it

Of all stones until

U planted it

With the choicest of vine,

And U even built a tower,

And a press to make wine,

And U looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes,

And it gave only wild grapes,

What would you say?

Jerusalem and Judah,

U be the judges, I pray,

Between me and my vineyard.

This is what God says.

What more could I have done in it

That I did not do in it?

Why when I ask it for sweetness,

It brings only bitterness?

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah,

His pleasant plant.

And he looks for justice but beholds oppression,

And he hopes for equality, but hears a cry.

Jerusalem and Judah,

This is God's reply.

Sadness will come to those who build house to house

And lay field to field, 'til there's room

For none but U to dwell in the land,

Oh, in the land.

And sadness will come to those who call evil good

And good evil,

Who present darkness as light and light as darkness,

Who present as sweetness only the things

Which are

Bitterness.

For the vineyard of The Lord of Hosts

Is the house of Israel,

And the men of Judah, his pleasant plant.

Oh, that my eyes were a fountain of tears,

That I might weep for my people.

For every boot stamped with fierceness,

For every cloak rolled in blood,

Jerusalem and Judah,

I'd cry if I could.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

There is no holy one like U.

U install kings and take them down.

Truly, there is no one beside U.

U made all of creation with wisdom.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

There is the sea, vast and wide,

With all its creatures beyond number.

There go the ships; they all look to U.

U lift up the poor into a place of honour.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

The lord makes poor or he makes rich.

The pillars of the earth belong to him,

And he has set his world upon them

To raise us up from the dunghill.

May the glory of Jah endure forever.

The boughs of the might are broken,

And the weak are clothed with strength.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

,

Expire as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees to receive me,

Or breasts to feed me?

Why was I not like babies

Who never saw the light,

Who lie with kings and counsellors,

Who rebuild ruins for themselves?

And where rest

Those whose strength is spent,

Where small and great are alike

And the slave is free of his master?

Oh, watcher of men,

Do U have eyes of flesh?

Is your vision like man?

Are your years the years of man?

U know that I'm not guilty,

And that none can deliver from your hand.

Also U know that U have deeply wronged me, oh,

And U have fenced me in.

You made it so nobody knows me,

And I'm an outsider to them.

When I accused U, U wouldn't speak.

I said U tore up my hope like a tree.

But I spoke without understanding

Of things beyond me, which I did not know.

And now I've heard U with my ears

And I've seen U with my eyes;

Therefore I recant and relent,

Being but dust and ashes.

(Sinéad O'Connor/Tomlinson)

Whomsoever dwells

In the shelter

Of the most high

Lives under the protection of the Shaddai.

I say of my lord

That he is my fortress,

That he is my own love

In whom I trust,

That he will save U

From the fowler's trap,

And he will save U

From any Babylon crap,

And he will lift U

All up in his wings,

And you'll find refuge

Oh, underneath those things,

And his truth will be your

Shield and rampart,

So U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the dark,

And U need not fear

What comes looking for U in the day,

And U need not fear

What takes everybody else away.

Ten thousand may fall at your side,

Ten thousand at your right,

But it can't come near U

'Cos you're dealing with the most high.

And he will send his angels to mind U

Won't strike your foot against no stone.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

By the rivers of Babylon

Where I sat down,

There I wept

When I remember Zion.

There on the poplars,

I broke my guitar

Because my tormentors required songs.

Songs of where I'm from,

Songs of where I'm from,

Oh, songs of Zion.

If I forget U, oh Jah,

May both my hands wither,

And may my mouth freeze

If I forget how I knelt at your feet.

(Sinéad O'Connor)

I wanna make

Something beautiful

For U and from U,

To show U,

To show U,

I adore U,

Oh, U.

And your journey

Toward me

Which I see,

And I see,

All U push through,

Mad for U,

And because of U.

I couldn't thank U in ten thousand years,

If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears.

Ah, but U know the soul and U know what makes it gold,

U who give life through blood,

Oh, I wanna make something

So lovely for U,

'Cos I promised that's what I'd do for U

With the .

I know U forgave my soul,

Because such was my need on a Christmas Eve,

And I think we're agreed that it should have been free,

And U sang to me.

They dress the wounds of my poor people,

As though they're nothing.

Saying, "Peace, peace,"

When there's no peace,

Now can a bride forget her jewels?

Or a maid, her ornaments?

Yet my people forgotten me.

Days without number,

Days without number.

And in their want,

Oh, in want,

And in their want.

Who'll dress their wounds?

Who'll dress their wounds?