Did you like the battle sir? I hope you beat them well
I can see your soldiers following over yonder hill
Can you hear your welcome by the pealing of the bell?
Is that blood on your sword? Is there someone you did kill
Let me help you from your horse oh let me take your hand
Let us heal the wound that hurts you
Take a sip from this glass of wine
Take a morsel of this food of mine
Lay your body on my bed so fine
Before you die
Did you like the battle sir? Please tell me of the news
How many did you kill sir and how many did you lose?
Did your men fight well my lord, oh did your men fight well?
How many did you leave there in the everglades of hell?
Did you kill the man who put the sword into your side?
Was he made to pay for his crime?
Take a sip from this glass of wine
Take a morsel of this food of mine
Lay your body on my bed so fine
Before you die
I know you have a wife at home they say you have a son
In two score years he'll be like you a marching to the drum
You won't be there to see him grow these words I cannot say
But with that wound you have sir you won't last another day
My wife and I will comfort you make you feel at ease
We will do our best to please you
Take a sip from this glass of wine
Take a morsel of this food of mine
Lay your body on my bed so fine
Before you die
Did you like the battle sir? Oh did you make them pay?
They say you fought them by the river where I used to play
The willows that I used to climb they weep today for you
The beads of perspiration but there's nothing we can do
Did you win the battle sir, oh did they run a mile?
Do you really think it's all worthwhile?
I can see your soldiers following over yonder hill
Can you hear your welcome by the pealing of the bell?
Is that blood on your sword? Is there someone you did kill
Let me help you from your horse oh let me take your hand
Let us heal the wound that hurts you
Take a sip from this glass of wine
Take a morsel of this food of mine
Lay your body on my bed so fine
Before you die
Did you like the battle sir? Please tell me of the news
How many did you kill sir and how many did you lose?
Did your men fight well my lord, oh did your men fight well?
How many did you leave there in the everglades of hell?
Did you kill the man who put the sword into your side?
Was he made to pay for his crime?
Take a sip from this glass of wine
Take a morsel of this food of mine
Lay your body on my bed so fine
Before you die
I know you have a wife at home they say you have a son
In two score years he'll be like you a marching to the drum
You won't be there to see him grow these words I cannot say
But with that wound you have sir you won't last another day
My wife and I will comfort you make you feel at ease
We will do our best to please you
Take a sip from this glass of wine
Take a morsel of this food of mine
Lay your body on my bed so fine
Before you die
Did you like the battle sir? Oh did you make them pay?
They say you fought them by the river where I used to play
The willows that I used to climb they weep today for you
The beads of perspiration but there's nothing we can do
Did you win the battle sir, oh did they run a mile?
Do you really think it's all worthwhile?
inviata da The Lone Ranger - 3/5/2010 - 09:12
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Album “Away From The Sand”, with Bev Pegg & Friends (1975)
Written by John Richards and Bev Pegg