A voice behind me whispered low « That fellow's got to swing » Now the bridge seems to reel
as a flame of kerosene
And the skies above
Like a helmet of scorching steel
A ghost behind me whispered low A sad song to sing
An other way to seal
The glazing to my sin
But I'm afraid, nothing gonna change That morning thrill
A voice behind me whispered low « That fellow's got to swing » Now the bridge seems to reel
as a flame of kerosene
And the skies above
Like a helmet of scorching steel
Each man kills the thing he love Some with a gleaming sword And though I was filled with pain I just use a simple word...