Song | The Hangman and the Papist |
Artist | The Strawbs |
Album | From the Witchwood |
作词 : Cousins | |
The village square stands quiet with the curfew still in force | |
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores | |
Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings | |
The people build their fires and bolt their doors | |
The mayor is giving dinner to the officers and wives | |
His eldest son is learning how to fawn | |
The barrack block is hushed and tense, the soldiers drawing lots | |
Who will be the hangman in the dawn. | |
The lot falls on a young man who has served for but a year | |
His home is in the village close nearby | |
He shivers at the thought of what he's forced to do next day | |
He wonders who it is that has to die | |
The full moon casts a cold light on the gloomy prison walls | |
The papist walk his cell, he cannot sleep | |
He hears the waiting gallows creaking just beyond the door | |
He prays for he has no more tears to weep. | |
The day begins to break, the muffled drums begin to sound | |
A crowd begins to gather in the square | |
The presence of the hangman in his terrifying mask | |
Weighs heavy on the minds of all those there | |
The colonel reads the sentence which the papist knows by heart | |
He has failed to show allegiance to the King | |
His crime is thus with God himself, in His name he must hang | |
The papist, head held high, says not a thing. | |
The jailer binds his hands and puts the blindfold to his eyes | |
He leads him through the door before the crowd | |
The hangman sees his victim and the blood drains from his face | |
He sees his younger brother standing proud | |
The hangman tries to protest but is ordered to proceed | |
His trembling hands begin to take the strain | |
His eyes are blind with streaming tears, he cries for all to hear | |
"Forgive me God, we hang him in they name". |
zuò cí : Cousins | |
The village square stands quiet with the curfew still in force | |
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores | |
Like some evil bird of prey the scaffold spreads its wings | |
The people build their fires and bolt their doors | |
The mayor is giving dinner to the officers and wives | |
His eldest son is learning how to fawn | |
The barrack block is hushed and tense, the soldiers drawing lots | |
Who will be the hangman in the dawn. | |
The lot falls on a young man who has served for but a year | |
His home is in the village close nearby | |
He shivers at the thought of what he' s forced to do next day | |
He wonders who it is that has to die | |
The full moon casts a cold light on the gloomy prison walls | |
The papist walk his cell, he cannot sleep | |
He hears the waiting gallows creaking just beyond the door | |
He prays for he has no more tears to weep. | |
The day begins to break, the muffled drums begin to sound | |
A crowd begins to gather in the square | |
The presence of the hangman in his terrifying mask | |
Weighs heavy on the minds of all those there | |
The colonel reads the sentence which the papist knows by heart | |
He has failed to show allegiance to the King | |
His crime is thus with God himself, in His name he must hang | |
The papist, head held high, says not a thing. | |
The jailer binds his hands and puts the blindfold to his eyes | |
He leads him through the door before the crowd | |
The hangman sees his victim and the blood drains from his face | |
He sees his younger brother standing proud | |
The hangman tries to protest but is ordered to proceed | |
His trembling hands begin to take the strain | |
His eyes are blind with streaming tears, he cries for all to hear | |
" Forgive me God, we hang him in they name". |