Song | From the Cell Door to the Gallows |
Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Whitmore | |
Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession | |
and it broke the night air like a china plate | |
And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection | |
and the devil was at the front gate | |
And just when you wish that you were dead | |
Oh may the light shine down upon your head | |
Well, it's a long walk from the cell door to the gallows | |
It's a long walk for a prisoner to take | |
And when your last resort is pray to the lord | |
that the noose is weak enough to break | |
Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down | |
Oh shine down upon my head | |
Well there's certain things you just can't escape from | |
No matter how far and how fast you decide to run | |
And when the last thing to take has been taken | |
And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue |
zuo ci : Whitmore | |
Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession | |
and it broke the night air like a china plate | |
And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection | |
and the devil was at the front gate | |
And just when you wish that you were dead | |
Oh may the light shine down upon your head | |
Well, it' s a long walk from the cell door to the gallows | |
It' s a long walk for a prisoner to take | |
And when your last resort is pray to the lord | |
that the noose is weak enough to break | |
Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down | |
Oh shine down upon my head | |
Well there' s certain things you just can' t escape from | |
No matter how far and how fast you decide to run | |
And when the last thing to take has been taken | |
And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue |
zuò cí : Whitmore | |
Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession | |
and it broke the night air like a china plate | |
And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection | |
and the devil was at the front gate | |
And just when you wish that you were dead | |
Oh may the light shine down upon your head | |
Well, it' s a long walk from the cell door to the gallows | |
It' s a long walk for a prisoner to take | |
And when your last resort is pray to the lord | |
that the noose is weak enough to break | |
Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down | |
Oh shine down upon my head | |
Well there' s certain things you just can' t escape from | |
No matter how far and how fast you decide to run | |
And when the last thing to take has been taken | |
And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue |