Bathed in gold
No one spoke
A coward's hope
We'd be spared the rope
Where is the criminal and what is the crime
I wonder whenever I find the time
A line to the ladder, the names on a list
The hangman came into our midst
You face the fire on your own
But it's only because I know
My turn's soon, love
You face the fire
You face the fire
But it's only because I know
You're a perfect little bird
Gallows tree
Roots run deep
Birds will sing
And the rebels will swing
The next one climbs and I'm glad it's not me
For who could have served more faithfully
The courthouse bows to the judgement of flame
Into our midst, the hangman came
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