Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Testify, artist - Alan DoyleDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Testify |
| I feel the irons on my wrist |
| And lament, it’s come to this |
| When they hang me from the gallows tree |
| «Such as life,» you’ll hear me hiss |
| I’m not the reddest handed bandit here |
| But I’m the one who’ll take the fall |
| This smoking gun’s been smothered |
| By the long arm of the law |
| The Chaplin says, «The end is started |
| And your judgment has begun |
| Prayers can lead to God’s forgiveness |
| For all the foolish things you’ve done» |
| «You've got tonight to find |
| Some peace of mind before you leave this world» |
| And I hope and pray |
| That I may never get what I deserve |
| Take me down to the river |
| Preacher, take me by the hand |
| Take me down to the river |
| Mend the soul of a broken man |
| Drown me in forgiveness |
| Wash these bloody hands of mine |
| Take me down to one last river |
| Lord, let me testify |
| I believe in God’s benevolence |
| And I have seen with my own eyes |
| In the river just outside the gate |
| Sunday sinners get baptized |
| And I’ll pray for my redemption |
| But I’m quite sure that he won’t hear |
| I’ve never had that watered cross |
| Trickle in my ear |
| The chaplain’s face it grew sadder |
| He said, «You've not been christened, son?» |
| «No,» I said and I hung my head |
| «Is there nothing to be done?» |
| «If I could get down to that river |
| Can’t you see how cleansed I’d be? |
| The latest lamb in God’s hands |
| And my soul would be set free» |
| Take me down to the river |
| Preacher, take me by the hand |
| Take me down to the river |
| Mend the soul of a broken man |
| Drown me in forgiveness |
| Wash these bloody hands of mine |
| Take me down to one last river |
| Lord, let me testify |
| They take me to the river banks |
| Two guards and the chaplain |
| The moonlight shines on the holy tides |
| My prayers have been answered |
| I take my sodden walk to Jesus |
| All piety and grace |
| The guards release my shackles |
| But they cannot read my face |
| The deepest breath that I can take |
| As I plunge under the water |
| The chaplain had the kindest ways |
| But he could have been a whole lot smarter |
| Two kicks and I’m traveling |
| Beneath the muddy waters gleam |
| And by the time I take a second breath |
| I’m a hundred yards downstream |
| Take me down to the river |
| Preacher, take me by the hand |
| Take me down to the river |
| Mend the soul of a broken man |
| Drown me in forgiveness |
| Wash these bloody hands of mine |
| Take me down to one last river |
| Lord, let me testify |