Joseph by Valley Maker Lyrics
Man of dreams
Are you as you seem?
Are you the chosen one
The beloved son?
Binding sheaves
You were released
And you were lifted high
Above your brother’s eyes
But oh, no, they don’t want to give you that
They know you are of a mind to act
The favor of old
Is like a robe of gold
And you’ll learn how to lose what you hold
Another dream
This time you’ve seen
That you’re the king of the sky
The sun and moon know why
Eleven stars
Know who they are
But they will not comply
With hatred in their eyes
They’ll throw you down into a well to die
Jealous, they were carrying their line
Covered your robe in the blood of a goat
And you’ll learn that you reap what you sow
Sold as a slave
Well on your way
To the good life
Handsome and stayed
You caught the eye
Of a good wife
You ran away
But you left your clothes
For a good lie
Who are your friends
And what are your sins
That you should die?
Back in the hole
You have been told
Of a budding vine
Grapes are in supply
Another friend
The baker has dreamt
Of cakes piled on his head
But then the birds flew in
In three days
Pharaoh now is gonna lift you high
But you’ll hang
Birds will eat you alive
In due time, he will need your mind
And you’ll learn what you hold is a gift
Out of the Nile
Seven cows
They are in their prime
Food is in supply
Seven again
Hungry and thin
To eat the fat alive
To eat a troubled mind
Pharaoh now is gonna pull you out
He hopes you are of a magic mouth
The story you told is worth a ring of gold
And you know that you are not your own
The one who was sold is in the promise of old
Though you have not a home, you abide
Are you as you seem?
Are you the chosen one
The beloved son?
Binding sheaves
You were released
And you were lifted high
Above your brother’s eyes
But oh, no, they don’t want to give you that
They know you are of a mind to act
The favor of old
Is like a robe of gold
And you’ll learn how to lose what you hold
Another dream
This time you’ve seen
That you’re the king of the sky
The sun and moon know why
Eleven stars
Know who they are
But they will not comply
With hatred in their eyes
They’ll throw you down into a well to die
Jealous, they were carrying their line
Covered your robe in the blood of a goat
And you’ll learn that you reap what you sow
Sold as a slave
Well on your way
To the good life
Handsome and stayed
You caught the eye
Of a good wife
You ran away
But you left your clothes
For a good lie
Who are your friends
And what are your sins
That you should die?
Back in the hole
You have been told
Of a budding vine
Grapes are in supply
Another friend
The baker has dreamt
Of cakes piled on his head
But then the birds flew in
In three days
Pharaoh now is gonna lift you high
But you’ll hang
Birds will eat you alive
In due time, he will need your mind
And you’ll learn what you hold is a gift
Out of the Nile
Seven cows
They are in their prime
Food is in supply
Seven again
Hungry and thin
To eat the fat alive
To eat a troubled mind
Pharaoh now is gonna pull you out
He hopes you are of a magic mouth
The story you told is worth a ring of gold
And you know that you are not your own
The one who was sold is in the promise of old
Though you have not a home, you abide