And his father saw him afar off,And he ran up the road to meet him.He put clean clothes upon his back,And a golden chain around his neck,He made a feast and killed the fatted calf,And invited the neighbors in.
Oh-o-oh, sinner,When you're mingling with the crowd in Babylon—Drinking the wine of Babylon—Running with the women of Babylon—You forget about God, and you laugh at Death.Today you've got the strength of a bull in your neckAnd the strength of a bear in your arms,But some o' these days, some o' these days,You'll have a hand-to-hand struggle with bony Death,And Death is bound to win.
Young man, come away from Babylon,That hell-border city of Babylon.Leave the dancing and gambling of Babylon,The wine and whiskey of Babylon,The hot-mouthed women of Babylon;Fall down on your knees,And say in your heart:I will arise and go to my Father.
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