Deborah Stokol - Gilgamesh

Clasp your hand in mine, friend
Clasp your hand in mine
The gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
The gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
So clasp your hand in mine, friend
Clasp your hand in mine
Gilgamesh, you long for what is theirs
And far and wide, your search may take you
Lands so distant you can't see
Will yield your own adversity
But in the end, what separates them from thee
Is their immortality
But in the end, what separates them from thee
Is their immortality
So clasp your hand in mine, friend
Clasp your hand in mine
The gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
The gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
Gilgamesh
Have your fill
Dine on finest meats
And wine you'll swill
But when your hour comes
It will be time
For the closing that will be thine
And you cannot escape your fate
So you had best fill up your plate
And you cannot escape your fate
So you had best fill up your plate
So clasp your hand in mine, friend
Clasp your hand in mine
The gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
The gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
Do not mourn, my friend
For things you cannot change
Do not mourn, my friend
For our death and what is strange
For the gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
Yes, the gods on high
Made us below
And they laugh to see us
All laid low
And you
Are not
A god, my friend
Your laugh does not ring hollow
And you
Are not
A god, my friend
But you
Are quite the king
So clasp your hand in mine, friend
Clasp your hand in mine
Clasp your hand in mine
Clasp your hand in mine
Clasp your hand in mine

Written by:
Deborah Stokol

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