Oh my father, I am Joseph, One who walks upon the earth. I am hated by my brothers, They throw stones and spiteful words. They have robbed me of my vineyards And have set my fields afire. They would rather see me hanging as a saint Than by their side For I saw eleven stars, the sun and the moon Kneeling before me, my lord. Oh my father, I am Joseph Just the way you had me made. Heaven's birds rest on my shoulders And the wheat bows my way. And for being like you made me They have thrown me in the well. For the dreams that I've had lately Seem too real not to tell That I saw eleven stars the sun and the moon, Kneeling before me, my lord. What did I ever do? Did I displease you? What have I got into and why me? Tell me what have I done? Did I upset you? Did I do someone wrong when I said...