Tom Paxton - A Thousand Years lyrics
[Tom Paxton - A Thousand Years lyrics]
The Burgher banged his fist on the table
Red face glowing with pride
"We'll rise, " he cried, "As
Soon as we're able
Avenging the ones who died!"
No more the hunted, no more the mouse
No more the quivering prey!
The masters are driving the slaves from the
House the masters are coming to stay
The Burgher dipped his bread in the gravy
Splattering his silken tie
Nochmal the Wehrmacht! Nochmal the Navy!
Nochmal the thundering skies!
Once more the stadium rocking with cheers
Once more the torchlight parade!
Away with the cowering dog-bitten years
Away with the humble charade!
A thousand years
The tears of the weak for our wine!
A thousand years
We'll pluck them like fruit from the vine!
Ah, they fed us and clothed us
And handed us weapons as well
But give us a leader
We'll follow him down into Hell!
The Burgher spilled his wine on the table
Staggering out of his chair
"We'll rise, " he cried
"As soon as we're able!" stroking
The young man's hair
The English are finished the French are fools
The Russians have China to fear
The Yanks holler "Commie!" and
Follow their rules and
The time for the rising is here
The young man's eyes were fiery and glowing
The Burgher's hand in his own
"We'll rise!" he cried
"The movement is growing! We'll march
On a road of bones!"
They're coming from Egypt they're coming from
Hesse they're coming from Argentine
We'll march over Russia we'll
March to the West
We'll show them what conquest can mean!
A thousand years
The tears of the weak for our wine!
A thousand years
We'll pluck them like fruit from the vine!
Ah, they fed us and clothed us
And handed us weapons as well
But give us a leader, by God
And we'll see them in Hell!
Red face glowing with pride
"We'll rise, " he cried, "As
Soon as we're able
Avenging the ones who died!"
No more the hunted, no more the mouse
No more the quivering prey!
The masters are driving the slaves from the
House the masters are coming to stay
The Burgher dipped his bread in the gravy
Splattering his silken tie
Nochmal the Wehrmacht! Nochmal the Navy!
Nochmal the thundering skies!
Once more the stadium rocking with cheers
Once more the torchlight parade!
Away with the cowering dog-bitten years
Away with the humble charade!
A thousand years
The tears of the weak for our wine!
A thousand years
We'll pluck them like fruit from the vine!
Ah, they fed us and clothed us
And handed us weapons as well
But give us a leader
We'll follow him down into Hell!
The Burgher spilled his wine on the table
Staggering out of his chair
"We'll rise, " he cried
"As soon as we're able!" stroking
The young man's hair
The English are finished the French are fools
The Russians have China to fear
The Yanks holler "Commie!" and
Follow their rules and
The time for the rising is here
The young man's eyes were fiery and glowing
The Burgher's hand in his own
"We'll rise!" he cried
"The movement is growing! We'll march
On a road of bones!"
They're coming from Egypt they're coming from
Hesse they're coming from Argentine
We'll march over Russia we'll
March to the West
We'll show them what conquest can mean!
A thousand years
The tears of the weak for our wine!
A thousand years
We'll pluck them like fruit from the vine!
Ah, they fed us and clothed us
And handed us weapons as well
But give us a leader, by God
And we'll see them in Hell!