Lyrics Ca Ira: Opera in Three Acts: France in Disarray - Roger Waters

Ca Ira: Opera in Three Acts: France in Disarray

RINGMASTER
The winger of eight-eight and nine
Was aching cold, it chilled the very soul
They came from the country in twos and threes
A trickle, a river, a torrent, a sea
Driven by hunger, driven by pain
SERGEANT
Company… Halt…
RINGMASTER
A hundred thousand reached the barricade
SERGEANT
Present… Fire…
RINGMASTER
Three hundred dead, shot down like rats
Three hundred lives, snuffed out like that
Have a care if you treat your people like vermin
You could end up with bloodstained ermine
But soft
As ever in the ebb and flow
Sweet reason, deft and incorrupt
Adoring of the human kind illuminates man’s plight
Should be embrace
The brute and base
Tilt blindly at the carousel
Or note, at least, the other voice
And entertain the choice
Between the darkness and the light?