Young Paul decides upon a future And he asks from her a favor He wants to know if she will tell him If he's for Hell or he's for Heaven
If he's for hell he'll show no sorrow Until he's born again tomorrow If he's for Heaven there's no reason To lament the passing season
She says, don't be a fool, son There aren't any rules, son And as she spoke, he lost his faith
He asked her name, she told him Laurie Proceeded to give him her life story
She was a teacher and a scholar They built a statue in her honor
Then she became a slave in ancient Athens
She doesn't know quite how it happened
Now she paints faces in the city Making all those ugly girls look pretty
She says, look at this town, son Take a good luck around, son Why should anyone here be saved?
So he says, every crooked lane that you can see Every open home, every hollow tree Is a home for creatures loved by me And oh, to be counted among them
Among them Oh, to be counted among them Among them Oh, to be counted among themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
