Lyrics To Be Counted Among Men - Villagers

To Be Counted Among Men

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 them