Lily Of The Field Lyrics > Color Purple, The

Nettie:
Celie! Celie!

Celie:
Nettie?

Mister:
She got to go!

Celie:
No!

Nettie:
Celie!

Celie:
No! Dear God! Dont take my Nettie!

Mister:
You aint never gonna hear from her!

Celie:
Dont hurt her! Dont do this!

Mister:
You even try to find her, she be the one to pay!

Nettie:
Dont forget me, Celie!

Celie:
Nettie, write to me!

Mister:
Git!

Nettie:
I'll write to you everday

Mister:
Git!

Nettie:
Nothin' but death will keep me from you!

Mister:
Git off my property!

Celie:
Nettie!

Mister:
Yo sister dead to ya! Dead!

Celie:
You cant do this! You cant do this!
Why you do this, dear God?

What you done wit' my sister?
How this play in yo' plan?
Wont you bring back my Nettie?
You the only one who can!

I never ask for anything
But Im askin' for this:
If Im really a lily of the field
You will answer my prayer
Or you're no God at all

Nettie...

Mister:
What you think you doin'? You touch that mailbox, I'll kill ya, gal

Celie:
So many winters grey and summers blue
She must be dead
What kind of God are you?
Last Update: October, 21st 2014