The Stranger

By Oliver Franklin
© 2007 Reeling From The Stitch (ASCAP)

The end is over
The seas have come to claim their dead
The saints surrendered
And loosed the chains around their heads
And death and glory cried for mercy
So sleep, my darling
Believin’ not a word they said

And they drowned in the wine and felt so fine
And left the earth to me
And the Stranger said, “The hangman’s dead
and down his hanging tree”

The end is over
The veil has ripped itself apart
The none are standing
And none shall hold this hungry heart
And only now, my breath has broken
So sleep, my darling
When morning comes, the song will start

And they drowned in the wine and felt so fine
And left the earth to me
And the Stranger said, “The hangman’s dead
and down his hanging tree”