Oh, my father, I am Joseph
One who walks upon the earth
I am hated by my brothers
They throw stones and spiteful words
They have robbed me of my vineyards
And have set my fields afire
They would rather see me hanging as a saint
Than by their side
For I saw eleven stars, the sun and the moon
Kneeling before me, my lord
Oh, my father, I am Joseph
Just the way you had me made
Heaven’s birds rest on my shoulders
And the wheat bows my way
And for being like you made me
They have thrown me in the well
For the dreams that I’ve had lately
Seem too real not to tell
That I saw eleven stars the sun and the moon
Kneeling before me, my lord
What did I ever do? Did I displease you?
What have I got into and why me?
Tell me what have I done? Did I upset you?
Did I do someone wrong when I said
