Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Benjy Ferree
Where do all the good souls go
It is a question
The human race needs to know
There is an idea
I'm coming
I'm coming
I am coming to grips with you
Oh I'm running yes I'm running
The fleet is a coming
I'll sail away with you
They come together by a river
One by one they go in
Indeed they share a common seat
Like it were a golden throne
I'm coming
I'm coming
I am coming to grips with you
Oh I'm running yes I'm running
The fleet is a coming
I'll sail away with you
I'm coming
I'm coming
I am coming To grips with you
Oh I'm running my heart is a thumping
The fleet is a coming I'll sail away with you
I'm coming
I'm coming
I am coming to grips with you
Oh I'm running my heart is a pumping
And Gabriel's harp's a strumming
I'll sail the sky with you