"We Are Greek Catholic"
Sung to the Melody of "God Save The Queen"
or for Americans "Our Country 'tis Of Thee"
Ascribed to seminarians at St. Basils Stamford, Connecticut. circa 1963
We are Greek-Catholic. We speak "Greek Catholic."
Narodnij Kraj.("My native land")
Some say we're Byzantine. We know we're in between
a nightmare, and not a dream. Narodnij Kraj.
West of Ukrainia, South of Polonia.
Narodnij Kraj.
East of Slovakia, North of Hungaria.
Carpathian Ruthenia. Narodnij Kraj.
Land of Kyr Oreste, Land of the Rosary,
Narodnij Kraj.
Land of Naplechnyky, Land of Medivnyky.
We say our prayers on bended knee.
Narodnij Kraj.
Land of the Dunai Blue. Land of Franz Joseph too.
Narodnij Kraj.
We'll suffer pain and loss, for our dear three
bared cross,
Kadylo and Ikonostas. Narodnij Kraj.
And in America, Munhall, Philadelphia.
Narodnij Kraj.
Samford, Passaicus, Parma, St. Nicholas.
Six Eparchies, are they a must? Narodnij Kraj.
Land of St. Josaphat, We pray to him a lot.
Narodnij Kraj.
Land of the tribar true. Land of the trident too.
Land of strip minig too.
Narodnij Kraj.
(Melkite verse)
Terra incognita, Terra ruthenica.
Narodnij Kraj.
Nous Sommes Grecs-Catholiques, parlons Grecs-Catholiques,
Toujours fideles au rite Melkite.
Narodnij Kraj.
(verse by Ilya who apologises in advance)
Our Bishops have no taste. Mitras a big disgrace.
Narodnij Kraj.
They like to dress in suits. Carry a briefcase too.
Kissing their hand, a big taboo.
Narodnij Kraj.
ILYA
[ 02-04-2002: Message edited by: ilya goes to church ]
