Sister, Sister

Sister, Oh, Sister, Sister.

Won’t you pick up the phone anymore?

I’ve called you over and over again?

Called out your name, I needed you to listen..

You shut me out.

In time of my need.

I’m a crying man and you didn’t listen.

You weren’t there for me.

Oh, Sister, Sister.

Singing your gospel

Spreading your love around town.

Oh, Sister, Sister

The storm is over

Pick up the phone,

And call my name at home

Listen to my cries

Feel my pain

I’m out of the ward today

No more green glass buildings for me.

No higher mounted American flags for me.

Oh, Sister, Sister.

Let’s gather around the musician at center

Share our love, hold hands, embrace one another with hugs of joy

Let’s sit on this sand and among these peoples

Share our eats and drinks

Oh, Sister, Sister

Listen to me

No need to runaway

I’m here for you,

And when you are here for me,

I am eternally grateful

Because

You are my Sister, Sister,

My gospel lover

My chanting lover

My baby’s mother

Oh, Sister, Sister

Oh, Sister, Sister

Don’t let me shed those tears

Don’t let me travel to the tropics

Don’t let me become what I have most feared

Oh, Sister, Sister,

Won’t you pick up the phone now?

It’s me ringing on the other end.

Please pick up,

Oh, Sister, Sister.

© 2002 David Greg Harth

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