c) John R Pollard

John Raymond Pollard – voice, acoustic guitar
Alexander Rea – percussion
Michael Gilboe – keyboards
Mike McGinnis – horns

Lyrics

Cock is crowing. Day will be here soon.
Dawn’s approaching. Let’s begin to move.
Town folk are waking up to get a glimpse of you.
They’ll be waiting for you.

From the tower you’ve had quite a view,
Looking down on vassals and on fools.
Last night you had your fill of bread and hardy stew.
Come, they’re waiting for you.

Frost and chill air blanket the square.
Purple light paints the horizon.
There’s a decree, a noose, and a tree.
It’s you that all have their eyes on.

Did the deacon brighten your stained soul?
Will a demon meet you in hell’s hole?
You’ll meet your maker soon. Judgment is due.
Who’ll be waiting for you?

Frost and chill air blanket the square.
Crimson light claims the horizon.
There’s a decree, a noose, and a tree.
It’s you who all have their eyes on.

Were ill humors heightened by the moon?
Did you hear her pray the Angelus at noon?
And as you forced her did you mean to kill her too?
Come, they’re waiting for you.

Colors of the sun king overtake retreating night.
Dawn is sketching silhouettes of hawks in circled flight.
Dew bejewels yawning flowers.
Chimes rhyme in bell towers.

Cock stopped crowing. All eyes turn toward you.
Climb the stairs. There, you are in plain view.
Your mother sobs aloud; noose embraces you.
Hangman’s waiting for you.