--Asinine-- (The Simple/Dreamer) 7/4 150 bpm Humble donkey's work resumes
Seven days a week donkey
Bears the weight 'gainst
The cross on his back
Without complaint for many a year
But now he's grown old and unfit
Yet duty calls, and he chomps the bit
Loyal donkey's vigor wains
Labors hard from sacks of grain
All the while his master's gaze
Counts off donkey's days, he says
Sacks of grain I pull I drag
Legs grow stiff my backbone sags
Every day my pace does slow
Swollen joints and head slung low
I can't bear the weight
I can't bear the weight for you
I can't bear the weight
I can't bear the weight for you
What good is this beast
That can't carry the least of burdens?
Stick or carrot
He can't seem to bear it at all So how can you earn your keep?
Poor old weak and useless friend
Your work has come to its end
Now back to your stall and true
Tonight, I'll consider what to do with you
I can't bear the wait
I can't bear the wait for you
Donkey saddened by his sorry state
He worries long about his future and his fate
Surely master can devise for me
A use besides my meat, glue, rope and hides Oh,
I can't bear the wait
I can't bear the wait for you
I can't bear the wait
I can't bear the wait for you
Weary donkey
His eyes close and he dreams
A voice calls out
Get up and run
For tomorrow
No good wind blows
But what shall I do and where shall I go?
He remembers, ah yes, I know!
Happiness, happiness, fame and glory
Can be found in Bremen town
Oh Bremen
So there I'll go!
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