Merchants Of Paradise - Gregory Porter

These merchants of paradise

Come say what you will

You sellers of God’s creation

No longer free

These merchants of paradise

You plant your signs in the minds of children

The ones that don’t know the names of their gods

You merchants of paradise

Somebody going to let them live their lives in peace

You merchants of paradise

Come say what you will

You sellers of God’s creation

No longer free

These merchants of paradise

You plant your minds in the minds of children

The ones that don’t know the games of the gods

You merchants of paradise

Somebody going to let them live their lives in peace

Someday they’ll go free

And they’ll turn to the sun

When they go free

When they say to the sun

When they go free

They will say, «Where were you?»

They’ll talk to the sun

And they’ll say, «Where were you?»

They’ll turn their face to the sun

They will say, «Where were you?

Where were you?»

They’ll cry to the sun

«Where were you?

Where were you?»

When they go free

When they go free

When they go free