Prussian Blue - The Stranger lyrics

The Stranger within my gate He may be true or kind But he does not talk my talkâ€" 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 am wonted to They are used to the lies I tell And we do not need interpreters When we go to buy and sell The Stranger within my gates He may be evil or good But I cannot tell what powers controlâ€" What reasons sway his mood; Nor when the Gods of his far-off land Shall repossess his blood The men of my own stock Bitter bad they may be But, at least, they hear the things I hear And see the things I see; And whatever I think of them and their likes They think of the likes of me This was my father's belief And this is also mine: Let the corn be all of one sheafâ€" And the grapes be all of one vine Ere our children's teeth are set on edge By bitter bread and wine