When It Comes, He Cannot Sleep, ...

The time is near for things to pass, the time for me to leave

But as I lie here all alone, I really can't believe

The twenty years I've spent on earth could end in so much grief

That the many friendly faces should now stare hatefully

A letter home to mother and a letter home to dad

Another for my sweetheart, for whom I feel so sad

A lock of hair to cling to is all that will remain

And the grave inside this prison yard, a stone that bears no name

My trials and tribulations are nearly now all gone

A murderer I never was and my spirit will live on

Jesus, help me in this troubled time, this hour of trouble deep

Help me find my peace of mind, help me Lord, to sleep

...

Sleep has surprised Mr Lee

We'll creep in behind his eyes and, with his eyes, we will see

Wherever he goes to, we'll be close behind

We'll follow his dreams and we'll stroll in his mind

Dream, dream

John's in the garden all green

With uniforms round him, the hound and the fox can be seen

A willow tree leaving its branches to ground

Is breathing in time to a bell's hollow sound

Dream, dream

Dream, dream

Nature, their numbers have swelled

The sun in the east is the lord of the feast to be held

The doomed and the dutiful tread on the dew

With frost on their faces and shine on their shoes

Dream, dream

Looking to earth and to sky

John stares at John walking slowly along with a sigh

The hand of a stranger takes hold of his arm

And a voice in his ear says "They'll do you no harm"

Dream, dream

Dream, dream

Dream, dream

...

Wake up John, it's time to go

Come along John, don't be slow

Wake up John, it's time to go

A priest joins the procession just to help me kneel

With a warder at my elbow and another at my heel

Marching in the morning down a path I've lately seen

I was sleeping in this garden, am I still within my dream?

The echo of my heartbeat is the beating of a drum

And all the earth is singing with life's sweet hum

We filed in solemn silence, shuffled through a door

The place where life is taken for the letter of the law

Shake the holy water, summon up the guard

Dying's very easy, waiting's very hard

A rope was hanging from the roof, a sight which puzzles me

I thought a gibbet and a guard would make a gallows tree

But now all is revealed, standing there is just a man

My feet are on the trapdoor with a rope around my hand

And now the executioner is shaking hands with me

"My duty I must carry out, you poor fellow," says he

A strap is tied around my feet and a bag upon my head

And then the noose which separates the living from the dead

Shake the holy water, summon up the guard

Dying's very easy, waiting's very hard

There he whispers to me "Have you anything to say?"

My mouth is dry, my throat is tight, I answer "Drop away"

Silence now surrounds me, my heart is beating on

The trapdoor hardly moves at all, my life is still my own

They stand me in a corner with my hands and feet still bound

While a carpenter is called for and an explanation found

"The rain has warped the timbers," I hear the hangman say

"It's funny but it worked well, I tried it yesterday"

"All is ended now," they say, "your ordeal's nearly over

Your life's as good as ended," but I hear their voices waver

Once more the boat is shaken and again I hang in limbo

With the guardians on the trapdoor and my body stands on tip-toe

Shake the holy water, summon up the guard

Dying's very easy, waiting's very hard

They stand me in a corner with my hands and feet still tied

A warder holds onto the noose, the trapdoor opens wide

Is it magic or coincidence that keeps me on the brink?

It seems to work without me, "Will it kill me now?" I think

"Please, I'm tired of living and I really want to die"

I was taken to the scaffold and I heard the hangman cry

"Lee, I'm truly sorry, forgive these hands of mine"

He drew the bolt and I felt the jolt the third and final time

My life was spared that morning 'cause it wasn't theirs to take

Three's the most the law requires, a man could feel the stake

Shake the holy water, summon up the guard

Dying's very easy, waiting's very hard

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