Mary Ford - Dominique - English Version - 1964

Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods along And sings a little song Never asking for reward He just talks about the Lord He just talks about the Lord At a time when Johnny Lackland over England was the king Dominique was in the backland fighting sin like anything Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods along And sings a little song Never asking for reward He just talks about the Lord He just talks about the Lord Now a heretic one day among the thorns forced him to crawl Dominique with just one prayer made him hear the good Lord's call Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods along And sings a little song Never asking for reward He just talks about the Lord He just talks about the Lord Without horse or fancy wagon he crossed Europe up and down Poverty was his companion as he walked from town to town Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods along And sings a little song Never asking for reward He just talks about the Lord He just talks about the Lord One day in the budding Order there was nothing left to eat Suddenly two angels walked in with a load of bread and meat Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods along And sings a little song Never asking for reward He just talks about the Lord He just talks about the Lord Grant us now oh Dominique the grace of love and simple mirth That we all may help to quicken godly life and truth on earth Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods along And sings a little song Never asking for reward He just talks about the Lord He just talks about the Lord