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“And
Cush begat Nimrod, who became a great man of the Earth,
one of God's hunters.
The capital of his kingdom was Babel.”
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There
was a mighty hunter
and he walked a dozen lands
He
stole a dozen bowls of food
from a dozen empty hands
He
spoke a dozen languages
no man could understand
O
help me in my grief and in my folly
He
hunted for those secrets
that no man could hope to find
He
saw the deepest darkness
in the country of the blind
He
found a piece of silver
but he lost his peace of mind
O
help me in my grief and in my folly
He
paid no heed to riches
his whole life he was poor
He
took just what he needed
and he never asked for more
Sometimes
a girl would call to him
& then he’d knock upon her door
Saying help me in my grief and in my folly
No
one could slay this hunter
though many men did try
And
many more were frightened
by the hunger in his eye
Yet
children sat upon his knee
and listened to him cry
O
help me in my grief and in my folly
The
hunter climbed the mountain
that steeped above the clouds
Until
he saw beyond the skies
the answers to men’s doubts
But
he came back home in silence
for the night was black as shrouds
O
help me in my grief and in my folly
Until
there came the day the hunter
stood before the Lord
With
one hand pressed against his heart
and one against his sword
He
said “My Lord I’ll serve you
if you’ll just give me the Word
And
help me in my grief and in my folly
He
loved a hundred women
and he knew a hundred more
Nobody
could count how many
children he had spawned
But
he hunted on forever
for his own life was still-born
O
help me in my grief and in my folly
The
hunter swam the oceans
and he crossed the deserts wide
He
knew no fear of solitude
of fire or of ice
He
hunted for that mystic land
where men can never die
O
help me in my grief and in my folly
He
fought a thousand battles
and he slew a thousand men
He
walked the roads a thousand miles
and then he walked them back again
One
day he found a lion
sleeping in its den
Who
helped him in his grief and in his folly
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Words and music by David Prashker
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