Abraham Songtext
von Jack Kerouac

Abraham
Drinking water by the tents
Pacing up and down the soft sand
Under the stars
Worrying about villages
Wondering if your vision was real
Or just a foolish importunity in your mind
Yet moving on in the morning anyway
With the rattle of pack-asses
Abraham
The dew is in your beard


Abraham
My eyes are open
You are weird
Abraham
They′ve brought you
Your rooftops are mended
Your women bend no more their heads under the sleepy tent flap
And goats don't ewe and cry no more
In the sing-song tent-village night
Abraham
I didn′t write this right