There’s Anger in the Land
Hedy West| Original | La versione di Peter, Paul & Mary dall’album “Late Again” del 1968. |
| THERE’S ANGER IN THE LAND O, there’s grieving in the plum-grove And there’s weeping in the weeds, There is sorrow in the shanty Where a broken body bleeds. For there’s been another lynching And another grain of sand Swells the mountain of resentment O, there’s anger in the land! And a woman broods in silence Close beside an open door Flung across the flimsy door-step Lies a corpse upon the floor! You’ll not ask me why I’m silent; Thus the woman spoke to me. Her two eyes blazed hot with anger And her throat throbbed agony. Let the wind go crying yonder In the tree-tops by the spring, Let its voice be soft and feeling Like it was a living thing. Once my heart could cry in sorrow Now it lies there in the floor In the ashes by the hearth-stone They can’t hurt it anymore! Did you ever see a lynching, Ever see a frenzied mob Mill around a swaying body When it’s done the hellish job? O, there’s grieving in the plum-grove And there’s sobbing in the sands, There is sorrow in the shanties And there’s anger in the land! | THERE'S ANGER IN THE LAND There's grievin' in the country There's sorrow in the sand. There's sobbin' in the shanty And there's anger in the land. A woman broods in silence Close beside an open door; Flung on her flimsy doorstep Lies a corpse upon the floor. "You'll not ask me why I'm silent" The woman said to me; Her two eyes blazed in anger And her throat throbbed agony. Once my heart could cry in sorrow Now it lies there on the floor In the ashes by the hearthstone; They can't hurt it anymore. Oh, let the wind go cryin' yonder In the tree-tops by the spring Let it's voice be soft and feelin' Like it was a livin' thing. There's grievin' in the country There's sorrow in the sand. There's sobbin' in the shanty And there's anger in the land. |
