| We wait since the day He ascended
|
| He said He would come again
|
| Some think it will be such a long time
|
| Some think they know just when
|
| We live like there’s no tomorrow
|
| We wait with our lamps of oil
|
| We watch for the midnight hour
|
| The day we cease our toil
|
| When the trumpet sounds
|
| And the bridegroom comes
|
| The weddings gonna be so royal
|
| So we gotta keep staying loyal
|
| Cause our feet are gonna leave this soil
|
| When we burn the midnight oil
|
| Burn the midnight oil
|
| Some wait from the top of the mountain
|
| Away from the world below
|
| Some work while there’s still a harvest
|
| No rest when there’s seed to sow
|
| We go out to wait for the bridegroom
|
| Some bring oil of readiness
|
| Some lamps will be burned out waiting
|
| Left out in there emptyness
|
| Will our lamps be full at parousia?
|
| When the bridegroom comes will hear the call |