I once was a Baptist and on each Sunday morn I’d be in church praying as sure as you’re born We’d sing there like angels In that good harmony But sin and salvation are no longer for me
Cuz now I’m a Buddhist, chant my mantra each day But I miss that hymn singing In that good gospel way So we’ll sing to old Buddha and the wonders of Zen We’ll meet in Nirvana, yes we’ll be there then
My old friends don’t like me since I shaved my head They all talk about me as if I were dead My good old Zen buddies, they think I’m okay But I can’t get them singing more than one note a day
As we sit there cross legged eating brown rice and tea We chant out our mantra in four square harmony We don’t sing of salvation or heavenly home It’s Zen gospel singing just ohm mom sweet ohm.
