Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus. A heavenly angel flagged me down. And asked for a ride into town. For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus. This heavenly angel, wise and pure, proceeded with a guided tour:.
It was not that long ago it first occurred to me. That my mother was a person in her own right. And now I realize how very lucky I have been. And there, but for the grace of God, go I, go I.
"Hello.... What have we here?. A young lady!. To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, my pretty one?. How may I be of service this dark and wintry night?.
Every pupil in the classroom will answer the same if you ask them. Every mouth shout the message out as one. Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow.