Stupid Girls

Monday, October 17, 2011

Brother Dominique Happy Song Sad End

Uploaded by on Feb 20, 2011

This is a tragic comedy

Dominique, nique nique
over the land he plods along
and sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

At a time when Johnny Lackland
over England was the King, Dominique
was in the backland,
fighting sin like anything

Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominiqu' with just one prayer,
Made hi hear the good Lord's call
(To Chorus)

Without horse or fancy wagon,
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion,
As he walked from town to town

To bring back the straying liars
and the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars,
Heaven's soldiers, brave and bold

One day in the budding order,
There was nothing left to eat,
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a load of bread and meat

Dominique once in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over friars without number
Preaching all around the world

Grant us now oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth

Dominique, nique, nique
S'en allait tout simplement,
Routier, pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux,
Il ne parle que du Bon Dieu,
Il ne parle que du Bon Dieu

A l'époque où Jean Sans Terre, d'Angleterre était le roi
Dominique notre père, combattit les albigeois.
{au Refrain}

Certains jours un hérétique, par des ronces le conduit
Mais notre Père Dominique, par sa joie le convertit
{au Refrain}

Ni chameau, ni diligence, il parcourt l'Europe à pied
Scandinavie ou Provence, dans la sainte pauvreté
{au Refrain}

Enflamma de toute école filles et garçons pleins d'ardeur
Et pour semer la parole, inventa les Frères-Prêcheurs
{au Refrain}

Chez Dominique et ses frères, le pain s'en vint à manquer
Et deux anges se présentèrent, portant de grands pains dorés
{au Refrain}

Dominique vit en rêve, les prêcheurs du monde entier
Sous le manteau de la Vierge, en grand nombre rassemblés.
{au Refrain}

Dominique, mon bon Père, garde-nous simples et gais
Pour annoncer à nos frères, la vie et la vérité.
{au Refrain}




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