Wake Nicodemus

Since you did, I'm right next to you
Still I can't believe you're a layer of thy salt!
To be reckoned as part of the salt of the earth
But, was bought for a bag full of gold!
And your last request as you're laid to rest
'neath the trunk of an old hollow tree
Will be lost in the morn
At the first break of dawn
"When we hope, for the great Jubilee"

Nicodemus was never the sport of the lash
Though the bullets had oft crossed his path
But there were none of his masters so bold or zealous
For to face such a man in his wrath
While your free heart of kindness filled to the bream
Just a daisy chain to command
While you long for the morning the sunset grows dim
It's the morning that now is at hand

Aware of no heart being left behind
It's been long, long, long on the way
Go and tell Elijah better hie back home
Not to wake Nicodemus today!

Nicodemus the slave was of African birth
And he died long ago very old
To be reckoned as part of the salt of the earth
All it bought was a bag full of gold
And your last request as you're laid to rest
Underneath the trunk of an old hollow tree
Will be lost in the morn
At the first break of dawn
As we hope for the great Jubilee!

[NOTE, this is from ear, not the exact lyrics!]