The village square stands quiet,
with the curfew still in force.
The streets are even clearer
Like some evil bird of prey,
the scaffold spreads its wings.
The people build their fires
The mayor is giving dinner
to the officers and wives
His eld est son is learning how to fawn
the soldiers drawing lots
Who will be the hangman in the dawn?
The long -forgotten young man
was tried for about a year
His home is in the village close nearby
He shivers at the thought
of what he's forced to do next day
He won ders who it is that has to die
The full moon casts a cold light
on the gloomy prison walls
He hears the waiting gallows
clanging just beyond the door
the muffled drums begin to sound
A crowd begins to gather in the square
The presence of the hangman,
Weights heavy on the mind
The colonel reads the sentence
with the pain in all my heart
He's cried and danced with God himself
The baby's head held high,
If you ever hate his hand,
watch the man walk with eyes
You need to throw the dog
The hangman perceived his victim,
and the blood drained from his face
He seated the younger brother,
The hangman tried to protest
but was ordered to proceed
His trembling hands began
His eyes of blindness, spitting tears,
he cried for all the years
I'll be hanging in my grave?
What do you think I'll be