BOB

BOB

The darkness flowed
from the depths below
The voice of God and the things we know
in the heart of a troubadour named Bob

We were all consumed
by the angel in our room
 
And we did not want this angel to ever leave


The sparks of lightning
breaking trees
Like kings and princes on their knees
all bowed to a man named Bob

They were all lit up
by this messenger from God

And we did not want this angel to be deceived


The river runs and it 
flows down its own way
There's a man in the shadows of the world we see
and he's dressed up like a man named Bob

And we were all converted
by this Jester and his songs

Oh, we did not want his music to fade out

Words, music & audio recording
© John Brusseau, 6/10/2026