Saturday, October 25, 2014

Child Of The Land

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The child hears the slow train there
Travelling to who knows where
Hears the tramping of the feet
Hears the shouting in the street
Hears a voice that calls a name
Hears the wild responding scream
Hears the tolling of the bell
Hears the damned cry out in Hell

Then child take my hand
Child become a man
Don't lie down with the lamb
On the slow, slow train

The child sees the iron track
Sees the whip upon the back
Sees the hollow skulls, the stones
Sees the whiteness of the bones
Sees the hand take up the gun
Sees the man who tries to run
Sees the hand that wields the knife
Sees the man yield up his life

Then child take my hand
Child become a man
Don't lie down with the lamb
On the slow slow train

Fields of barley now have grown
With earth manured by dead men's bones
Where the souls of men were thrown
From the slow slow train

The child feels the iron rod
The child hears no word of God
The child smells the burning flesh
The child fears to know the rest
The child waits to learn the truth
The child witnesses the proof
The child weeps upon the grave
The child alone is saved

Come child take my hand
I will lead you to the land
Be a lion not a lamb
Leave the slow, slow train

The child grows his youth in hate
The child knows that he can wait
The child's heart is crushed with pain
The child vows "Never again"
The child puts flowers on the grave
The child thanks God that he was saved
The child goes up to the land
The child is father to the man

O child of the land
Child become a man
A lion not a lamb
Farewell the slow, slow train

Fields of barley now have grown
With earth manured by dead men's bones
Where the seeds of men were sown
On the slow, slow train


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Words and music by David Prashker

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