Lyrics
Quit selling yourself short Mr. Noah, I think your minds not at its bestYou've been blessed through the years I hope you know itThe mount of Ararat and dove from God a giftCome with me I'll tell you your stories
The people wicked from a world gone badIt all went, so down down down, it all went downMy lord he wished to just, start againIn this great big flood my god he sent
Quit claiming you're too old Mr. NoahYou're just a few hundred years past my ageTry and remember of your life and your storiesOf the ark that beat out the rainYou've held the dove and the oath of God
I know that your hearts alive and willingBut your minds gently giving into darkSo here I will try so hard to tell you of the manThat you've been for God
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