Buldok - The Stranger lyrics

The stranger within my gate He may be true or kind But he does no talk my talk- I cannot feel his mind I see the face and the eyes and the mouth But not the soul behind The men of my own stock They may do ill or well But they tell the lies I tell We do not need interpreters When we go to buy or sell CHORUS The stranger within my gate He may be evil or good But I cannot tell what powers control What reasons sway his mood Nor when the gods of his far-off land May repossess his blood VERSE The men of my own stock Bitter bad they may be But, at least, they hear the thing I hear And see the thing I see; Whatever I thing of them and their likes They thinks the likes of me This was my father's belief And this is also mine: Let the corn be all of one sheaf And the grapes be all of one vine Ere our children's teeth are set on edge By bitter bread and wine CHORUS The stranger within my gate He may be evil or good But I cannot tell what powers control What reasons sway his mood Nor when the gods of his far-off land May repossess his blood THE STRANGERS WITHIN MY GATE...