Now everyone on earth had one language, one speech
Making it easy to preach and teach a breach
The people moved east and found a plain
They all got together and said lets make us some bricks
We’ll bake them until they are fully sick
They used brick instead of stone and for mortar tar
And they said let’s build a city with a tower that stretches far
A tower that reaches to the heavens above
We don’t want to punch with kid gloves
For ourselves we want to make us a name
We deserve all the glory, the honour and the fame
If we don’t do something right now
Then throughout all the lands we’ll be scattered and like how
The Lord came down to see the building of the city
For them he wasn’t feeling any pity
He was concerned at the unified committee
If with one language and one speech
They have already extended their reach
This I am sure is only just the start
Soon nothing will be impossible if they all do their part
So now I will go and pay them a little visit
And there I will make an assumpsit
We will confuse all their language and speech
So amongst themselves they will have a constructive breach
They will not understand each other
They will no longer act like unified brothers
So the Lord God scattered them all over the place
They stopped building the city which was a coup de grace
So that is why they called the place Babel
For the languages of the world were confused as God did enable
He spread them far and wide all over the globe
As they each looked for somewhere to call their abode
So just when you thought you’d heard the last of Shem
We look again and his descendants, and discuss them
Two years after the events of the flood did unfold
Shem was exactly100 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Arphaxad was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 500 years did Shem live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 600 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Arphaxad was 35 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Shelah was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 403 years did Arphaxad live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 438 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Shelah was 30 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Eber was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 403 years did Shelah live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 433 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Eber was 34 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Peleg was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 430 years did Eber live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 464 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Peleg was 30 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Reu was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 209 years did Peleg live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 239 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Reu was 32 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Serug was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 207 years did Reu live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 239 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Serug was 30 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Nahor was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 200 years did Serug live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 230 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
Nahor was 29 years old
This story can be told
When in his image he had a son
His family growing one by one
Terah was the name given to him
So we write this narrative with some vim
For another 119 years did Nahor live
Many sons and daughters to birth he did give
Then after a grand total of 148 years in all
Like the way of all men to death he did fall
After a period of seventy years
Terah had three sons and gave three cheers
Abram, Nahor and Haran he did name these three
That was his official decree
So now let’s take a little bit of time
To now look at Terah’s family line
Of Abrah, Nahor and Haran was Terah their dad
Before Terah caused the flag to be flown at half mast
In Ur of the Chaldeans Haran did in fact breathe his last
This was not a strange place; to him it was of great worth
For this was indeed the place of his birth
Abram and Nahor both found wives
In order to really enrich their lives
Sarai was the name of Abram’s wife
Milkah was Nahor’s wife to whom he shared his life
Milkah was the sibling of Iskah, the daughter of Haran
Sarai was childless, unable to conceive she was barren
Terah took his son Abram, his grandson Lot, the son of Haran and Sarai his daughter-in-law
And together they all walked out the door
They left Ur of the Chaldeans to go to Canaan land
But when they reached Haran they actually did stand
They remained there
For them this place was quite fair
Then after a grand total of 205 years in all
Like the way of all men to death Terah did fall
In Haran was where he died
All of this is bona fide