Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Man Comes Around, artist - Rockabye Baby!. Album song Lullaby Renditions of Johnny Cash, in the genre Детская музыка со всего мира
Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Record label: Rockabye Baby
Song language: English
The Man Comes Around |
There’s a man going 'round taking names |
And he decides who to free and who to blame |
Everybody won’t be treated all the same |
There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down |
When the man comes around |
The hairs on your arm will stand up |
At the terror in each sip and in each sup |
Will you partake of that last offered cup |
Or disappear into the potter’s ground |
When the man comes around |
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers |
One hundred million angels singing |
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum |
Voices calling, voices crying |
Some are born and some are dying |
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come |
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree |
The virgins are all trimming their wicks |
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree |
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks |
Till Armageddon no salaam, no shalom |
Then the father hen will call his chickens home |
The wise men will bow down before the throne |
And at his feet they’ll cast their golden crowns |
When the man comes around |
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still |
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still |
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still |
Listen to the words long written down |
When the man comes around |
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers |
One hundred million angels singing |
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum |
Voices calling, voices crying |
Some are born and some are dying |
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come |
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree |
The virgins are all trimming their wicks |
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree |
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks |
In measured hundredweight and penny pound |
When the man comes around |
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. |
And I looked, and behold, |
a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with |
him |