The Small House of Uncle Thomas-Lee Venora
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The Small House of Uncle Thomas - Lee Venora/The King/I Ensemble (1964)

Your majesty

And honorable guests

I beg to put before you

Small house of uncle thomas

House is in kingdom of kentucky

Ruled by most wicked king in all america

Simon of legree

Your majesty

I beg to put before you one who is not happy

The slave eliza

Poor eliza

Poor eliza

Poor unfortunate slave

Eliza's lord and master

King simon of legree

She hates her lord and master

And fears him

This king has sold her lover to far away province of oheeo

Lover's name is george

George

Baby in her arms also called george

George

Eliza say she run away and look for lover george

George

So she bid goodbye to friends

And start on her escape

Run eliza

Run eliza

Run from simon

Poor eliza running and run into the rain storm

Climb eliza

Eliza lose her way in forest

Frightening forest

Poor eliza

Poor eliza poor eliza poor eliza

Poor eliza poor eliza poor eliza

Your majesty

I regret to put before you king simon of legree

Because one

Because one slave has run away

Because one

Because one slave has run away

Poor eliza

Poor eliza

Poor eliza

Eliza come to river

Eliza come to river

Poor eliza

Who can save her

Only buddha

Save her buddha save her

What will buddha do

Buddha make a miracle

Buddha send an angel down

Angel make the wind blow cold

Make the river water hard hard enough to walk upon

Buddha make a miracle

Praise to buddha

Angel show her how to walk ton frozen water

Now as token of his love buddha send a new miracle

Praise to buddha

Send from heaven stars and blossoms

Look like lace upon the sky

Praise to buddha praise to buddha praise to buddha

So eliza cross the river hidden by this veil of lace

Forgot to tell you name of miracle snow

Of a sudden she can see

Wicked simon of legree

Sliding cross the river fast

With his bloodhounds and his slaves

What has happened to the river

Buddha has called out the sun

Buddha has called out the sun

Sun has made the water soft

Wicked simon and his slaves

Fall in river and are drowned

Dear old uncle thomas

Blessed little eva

Mischief maker topsy

Lover george

Who is looking like angel to eliza

Your majesty

And honorable guests

I will tell you end of story

Is very sad ending

With sacrifice

Poor little eva

Is buddha's wish that eva come to him

And thank him personally

For saving of eliza and baby

And so she die

And go to arms of buddha

Praise to buddha

Praise to buddha

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