Waiting For The Master To Come

Why, Oh why, does the wind blow so lonesome?

Why, Oh why, do the birds sing so low - oh - oh - oh - oh?

Why, Oh why, do the rocks and mountains, sigh?

They say, "We're waiting for the Master to

Come. Just a'waitin' for the Master to come."

Why, Oh why, do the rocks and mountains, sigh?

Why, Oh why, does the weeping willow, cry - i - i - i - i?

Why, Oh why, are the days being shortened?

They say, "We're waiting for the Master to

Come. Just a'waitin' for the Master to come."