The Preacher

1955© Music by Horace Silver Lyrics by Horace Silver, Babs Gonzales

Horace Silver    * Norwalk, Conn Sep 2, 1928

Babs Gonzales * Newark, NJ 27 Oct 27, 1919
† Newark, NJ Jan 23, 1980

Lyrics:
Gather ’round and hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, Preacher man.

They used to call him the preacher, this was true,
for, he would teach from his heart, ’bout the only thing he knew,
He would stand up there in the pulpit, horn in his hand,
and let that melody take you to the Promised land.
He played one hymn for the ladies, one for the men,
Then he would turn right around and play ’em both again,
When they all got to swingin’ and clappin’ hands,
I had the swinginest convocation in the land.

Gather ’round and hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, hear the Preacher, Preacher man.

Now the sermon was over, he’d leave the town,
and travel on to the next tolay his gospel down,
So, bow your head and we’ll join in one mighty chord,
to say a prayer for the Preacher, gone to his reward.