Lily Of The Field

Celie! Celie!
Nettie?
She got to go!
No!
Celie!
No! Dear God! Dont take my Nettie!
You aint never gonna hear from her!
Dont hurt her! Dont do this!
You even try to find her, she be the one to pay!
Dont forget me, Celie!
Nettie, write to me!
Git!
I'll write to you everday
Git!
Nothin' but death will keep me from you!
Git off my property!
Nettie!
Yo sister dead to ya! Dead!
You cant do this! You cant do this!
Why you do this, dear God?
What you done wit' my sister?
How this play in yo' plan?
Wont you bring back my Nettie?
You the only one who can!
I never ask for anything
But I'm askin' for this:
If Im really a lily of the field
You will answer my prayer
Or you're no God at all
Nettie...
What you think you doin'? You touch that mailbox, I'll kill ya, gal
So many winters grey and summers blue
She must be dead
What kind of God are you?



Credits
Writer(s): Brenda Gordon Russell, Allee Willis, Stephen Bray
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