Lou Marsh
Phil OchsThe Ballad Of Lou Marsh (Broadside #21, late February 1963) | |
LOU MARSH On the streets of New York city when the hour was getting late There were young men armed with knives and guns, young men armed with hate And Lou Marsh stepped between them and died there in his tracks For one man is no army when the city turns its back Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight And death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night He left behind a chamber of a church he served so long For he learned the prayers of distant men will never right the wrongs His church became an alley and his pulpit was the street He made his congregation from the boys he used to meet Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight And death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night There were two gangs approaching in spanish Harlem town The smell of blood was in the air, the challenge was laid down He felt their blinding hatred, and he tried to save their lives And the answer that they gave him was their fists and feet and knives Now the streets are empty, now the streets are dark So keep an eye on shadows and never pass the park For the city is a jungle when the law is out of sight And death lurks in El Barrio with the orphans of the night Will Lou Marsh lie forgotten in his cold and silent grave? Will his memory still linger on, in those he tried to save? All of us who knew him will now and then recall And shed a tear on poverty, tombstone of us all | LOU MARSH My story is a sad one, It’s ugly and it’s harsh, About a social worker, His name was Lou Marsh, He walked our slums and alleys, And he died there in his tracks, For one man is no army, When a city turns its back For now the streets are empty, Now the streets are dark, So keep an eye on shadows, And never pass the park, For the city is a jungle, When the law is out of sight, And death lurks in El Barrio, With the orphans of the night There were two gangs approaching In Spanish Harlem town, The smell of blood was in the air, The challenge was laid down, With patience and with reason,He tried to save their lives, But they broke his peaceful body, With their fists and feet and knives. For now the streets are empty, Now the streets are dark, So keep an eye on shadows, And never pass the park, For the city is a jungle, When the law is out of sight, And death lurks in El Barrio, With the orphans of the night In this city of corruption, Other gang wars will be fought, And as you listen to my song, Your officials can be bought, So don’t hide behind policemen, Or politicians lies, But fight till every dirty slum, Is torn down before your eyes. |