Dominique

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

In the time when John Lackland was the king of England
Dominique our father fought the Albigensians

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

Some days a heretic led him through thorns
But our Father Dominique converted him with his joy

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

Neither camel nor carriage, he traveled Europe on foot
Scandinavia or Provence, in holy poverty

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

He inflamed with zeal boys and girls from every school
And to spread the word, he founded the Preaching Friars

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

At Dominique's and his brothers, the bread began to run out
And two angels appeared, carrying large golden loaves

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

Dominique dreamt of the preachers from all over the world
Gathered in great numbers under the Virgin's cloak

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord

Dominique, my good Father, keep us simple and cheerful
To announce to our brothers, life and truth

Dominique, nique, nique
Simply went away
A poor singing traveler
On all roads, in all places
He speaks only of the Good Lord
He speaks only of the Good Lord