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Bouck White

"The Handwriting on the Wall" (karaoke)

"The Handwriting on the Wall" (sheet music)


At the feast of Belshazzar

And a thousand of his lords,

While they drank from golden wine cups,

As the book of truth records,

In the night as they reveled

In the royal palace hall,

They were seized with consternation.

'Twas the Hand upon the wall.

 

'Tis the hand of God on the Wall!

(Writing on the wall.)

The tyrant now must heed the call

(Now must heed the call.)

For the record is "Found Wanting!"

It doth sound the hour of doom.

See! The Hand is writing on the wall.

(Writing on the wall.)

 

Yes, the masters are gorgeous.

O, they flaunt their pompous pride.

Their exactions now they levy

On the workers far and wide.

At full gallop they're riding,

But they're riding for a fall.

Their dominion now is finished,

Says the Hand upon the wall.

 

'Tis the hand of God on the Wall!

(Writing on the wall.)

The tyrant now must heed the call

(Now must heed the call.)

For the record is "Found Wanting!"

It doth sound the hour of doom.

See! The Hand is writing on the wall.

(Writing on the wall.)

 

Exploitation is over,

There's a Hand that's writing now.

Proletary folk are waking.

To God's mandate, earth must bow.

For the day is approaching,

It confronts them one and all,

When the idler's condemnation

Will be written on the wall.

 

'Tis the hand of God on the Wall!

(Writing on the wall.)

The tyrant now must heed the call

(Now must heed the call.)

For the record is "Found Wanting!"

It doth sound the hour of doom.

See! The Hand is writing on the wall.

(Writing on the wall.)


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