Dona Nobis Pacem

G. Koerts/B. Ruiter

Early in the morning
Got out of bed
It was a kind of warning
Visions in my head

A monk in a brown cowl
What’s it all about
How I tried to see his face
I couldn’t work it out
Peculiar voices that I hear
Before I wake up, commin’ near

Dona Nobis Pacem