Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Mole / Chapel Scene, artist - Kurt Weill. Album song Lost In The Stars, in the genre Мюзиклы
Date of issue: 31.10.1995
Record label: Stage Door
Song language: English
Big Mole / Chapel Scene |
Is this the little gray house? |
Yes, Alex. |
And is the nest still in the tree? |
Yes. |
There it is. |
And can I dig in the earth if I want to? |
Yes, as much as you wish. |
Oh, I like it here. |
Mmm. |
Big Mole was a digger of the fastest kind |
He’d dig in the earth like you think in your mind |
When Big Mole came to the side of a hill |
Instead of going over, he’d start in to drill |
He promised his mother a well in the town |
And he brought boiling water from a thousand feet down |
Down, down, down, down |
Three mile, four miles, five miles down |
He can go through rock, he can go through coal |
Whenever you come to an oversized hole |
Down at the bottom is Big Black Mole |
Big Black Mole! |
Big Black Mole! |
When Mole was a younker they showed him a mine |
He said, «I like the idea fine |
Let me have that hose, let me have that drill» |
If they hadn’t shut if off he’d be boring still |
And down at the bottom he chunked all around |
'Til he chunked out a city six mile in the ground |
Down, down, down, down |
Three miles, four miles, five miles down |
You can be your pants, you can bet your soul |
Whenever you come to a main-sized hole |
Down at the bottom is Big Black Mole |
Big Black Mole! |
Big Black Mole! |
Big Mole had a girl who was small and sweet |
He promised her diamonds for her hands and feet |
He dug so deep and he dug so well |
He broke right into the ceiling of hell |
And he looked the old devil spang in the eye |
And he said, «I'm not coming back here 'til I die!» |
Down, down, down, down |
Three mile, four miles, five miles down |
He can go through rock, he can go through coal |
Whenever you come to a sure enough hole |
Down at the bottom is Big Black Mole! |
Big Black Mole! |
Big Black Mole! |
Big Black Mole! |
Lord of the heart, look down upon |
Our earthly pilgrimage |
My dear people, my son Absalom will die tomorrow morning at four on the |
scaffold, for a murder to which he confessed and of which he was guilty. |
If I stay here now, I become a hindrance to you, and not a help. |
And so I am resigning from my pastorate at Ndotshéni. |
I must go. |
Lord of the heart |