Webber Andrew Lloyd
Текст песни Poor Poor Joseph

NARRATOR:

Next day, far from home, the brothers planned the repulsive crime

BROTHERS:

Let us grab him now, do him in, while we've got the time

NARRATOR:

This they did and made the most of it
Tore his coat and flung him in a pit

BROTHERS:

Let us leave him here, all alone, and he's bound to die

NARRATOR:

When some Ishmaelites, a hairy crew, came riding by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan

BROTHERS:

We need cash! Let's sell him if we can

CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:

Poor poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

BROTHERS:

Could you use a slave, you hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
Young, strong, well-behaved, going cheap and he reads and writes

NARRATOR: