[Intro]
He did, he observed Saturday as the Sabbath
What, what kind of faith does that make him?
He didn't have one
Oh, okay
He didn't believe in any one thing
He would go out on the street
And all the kids would play the, with a drum-like thing
Some, some kind of instrument, yeah
And, um, mama played the organ...
[Verse 1]
Oh Ozilline, the moon is almost full
And you don't need a torch light
To see into these woods
Now sister, bring the medicine
To keep you from decline
But it's the waxing and the waning
That's always on your mind
[Chorus]
I said, oh (Oh) Ozilline
I feel for you (Our pleasures would be doubled)
I said, oh (Oh) Ozilline
I feel for you (If I could call you mine)
He did, he observed Saturday as the Sabbath
What, what kind of faith does that make him?
He didn't have one
Oh, okay
He didn't believe in any one thing
He would go out on the street
And all the kids would play the, with a drum-like thing
Some, some kind of instrument, yeah
And, um, mama played the organ...
[Verse 1]
Oh Ozilline, the moon is almost full
And you don't need a torch light
To see into these woods
Now sister, bring the medicine
To keep you from decline
But it's the waxing and the waning
That's always on your mind
[Chorus]
I said, oh (Oh) Ozilline
I feel for you (Our pleasures would be doubled)
I said, oh (Oh) Ozilline
I feel for you (If I could call you mine)
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