Lala Lala Song - James S.Levine

Sugarland - PapaMali

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

In the age when John Lackland
Was the king of England,
Our father, Dominique,
Fought the Albigensians. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

One day a heretic
Led him through the brambles,
But our father, Dominique,
Through his own joy, converted him. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

Without a camel or a coach,
He travelled Europe on foot,
Scandinavia and Provence,
In saintly poverty. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

He enflamed with ardor
Boys and girls of every school,
And by sowing the word
He founded the Brother Preachers. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

In the home of Dominique and his brothers,
Bread started becoming scarce,
And two angels presented themselves,
Bearing two great golden loaves. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

Dominique saw in a dream
The preachers of the whole world
Under the mantle of the Virgin
In great number assembled. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord. 

Dominique, my good Father,
Keep us simple and happy
By announcing to our brothers
The Way and the Truth. 

Dominique, nique, nique
Goes along very simply
Traveling in poverty and singing.
On every road, in every place,
He just talks about the Lord,
He just talks about the Lord.

Dominique - Soeur Sourire

There is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising Sun 
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy 
And God I know I'm one 

My mother was a tailor 
She sewed my new bluejeans 
My father was a gamblin' man 
Down in New Orleans 

Now the only thing a gambler needs 
Is a suitcase and trunk 
And the only time he's satisfied 
Is when he's on a drunk 

Oh mother tell your children 
Not to do what I have done 
Spend your lives in sin and misery 
In the House of the Rising Sun 

Well, I got one foot on the platform 
The other foot on the train 
I'm goin' back to New Orleans 
To wear that ball and chain 

Well, there is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising Sun 
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy 
And God I know I'm one 

Victor

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