Scott Wheatley :: MISTER MONK

MISTER MONK Scott at Unurban Cafe

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Ommmm . . . 
A thousand years ago  
In a village in the snow   
Where the billygoats don't go  
Sits your master 
The knowledge he would flow 
Down the river you would go 
By the fire he could show you 
The answer . . . 

     Hey, mister monk 
     Hey, mister mellow 
     The silver moon takes your mind 
     You stink like a skunk 
     But you're a jolly good fellow 
     The yellow sun makes you shine 

Ommmm . . . 
In the journey of the soul  
Oh, the wind can blow so cold 
Stumbling blindly to my goal 
Through the forest 
The village people moaned  
As I turned over the stones 
Till I found the ancient poem 
There before us, it said . . . 

     Hey, mister monk 
     Hey, mister mellow 
     The silver moon takes my mind 
     I stink like a skunk 
     But I'm a jolly good fellow 
     The yellow sun makes me shine 

And looking out across the land  
A single flower in the sand 
A drop of water from his hand 

     Ommmm . . .  
     Hey, mister monk 
     Hey, mister mellow 
     The silver moon takes my mind 
     I stink like a skunk 
     But I'm a jolly good fellow 
     The yellow sun makes me shine 
     The yellow sun makes me shine

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Written by Scott Wheatley, Danny Poels
Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, bass
Owen Wheatley: monk voices
Mark Merella: drums

MISTER MONK Scott performing at UnUrban Cafe

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Written by Scott Wheatley, Danny Poels
Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, bass
Owen Wheatley: monk voices
Mark Merella: drums

Ommmm . . . 
A thousand years ago  
In a village in the snow   
Where the billygoats don't go  
Sits your master 
The knowledge he would flow 
Down the river you would go 
By the fire he could show you 
The answer . . . 

     Hey, mister monk 
     Hey, mister mellow 
     The silver moon takes your mind 
     You stink like a skunk 
     But you're a jolly good fellow 
     The yellow sun makes you shine 

Ommmm . . . 
In the journey of the soul  
Oh, the wind can blow so cold 
Stumbling blindly to my goal 
Through the forest 
The village people moaned  
As I turned over the stones 
Till I found the ancient poem 
There before us, it said . . . 

     Hey, mister monk 
     Hey, mister mellow 
     The silver moon takes my mind 
     I stink like a skunk 
     But I'm a jolly good fellow 
     The yellow sun makes me shine 

And looking out across the land  
A single flower in the sand 
A drop of water from his hand 

     Ommmm . . .  
     Hey, mister monk 
     Hey, mister mellow 
     The silver moon takes my mind 
     I stink like a skunk 
     But I'm a jolly good fellow 
     The yellow sun makes me shine 
     The yellow sun makes me shine

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