And the city was bright in the night-time like day,The streets all crowded with people,Brass bands and string bands a-playing,And ev'rywhere the young man turnedThere was singing and laughing and dancing.And he stopped a passer-by and he said:Tell me what city is this?And the passer-by laughed and said: Don't you know?This is Babylon, Babylon,That great city of Babylon.Come on, my friend, and go along with me.And the young man joined the crowd.
Young man—Young man—You're never lonesome in Babylon.You can always join a crowd in Babylon.Young man—Young man—You can never be alone in Babylon,Alone with your Jesus in Babylon.You can never find a place, a lonesome place,A lonesome place to go down on your knees,And talk with your God, in Babylon.You're always in a crowd in Babylon.
And the young man went with his new-found friend,And bought himself some brand new clothes,And he spent his days in the drinking dens,Swallowing the fires of hell.And he spent his nights in the gambling dens,
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