A5 CAPELLA ( A5 )

Wake up John, it's time to go Come along John and don't be slow

Come along John, don't be slow Wake up John, it's time to go

Wake up John, it's time to go

INTRO
D5 A5 x 7
G5   D5   F5

VERSE 1
    A5                         F5       G5       A5
A priest joins the procession just to help me kneel
       B5           C#5       D5             D5
With a warder at my elbow and another at my heel
A5                              F5         G5      A5
Marching in the morning down a path I've lately seen
      B5               C#5          D5               D5
I was sleeping in this garden, am I still within my dream?
    A5                           F5       G5     A5
The echo of my heartbeat is the beating of a drum
    B5               C#5          D5            D5
And all the earth is singing with life's sweet hum
   A5                        F5        G5         A5
We filed in solemn silence, shuffled through a door
    B5                  C#5           G5             A5
The place where life is taken for the letter of the law


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A5                     D5             E5
Shake the holy water, summon up the guard
B5            A5     G5              F#5
Dying's very easy, waiting's very hard

VERSE 2
F#5                                 B5
A rope was hanging from the roof, a sight which puzzles me
  F#5                                B5
I thought a gibbet and a guard would make a gallows tree
    E5                            G5
But now all is revealed, stamped there is the command
   A5                                    B5
My feet are on the trapdoor with a rope around my hand
    A5                      F5       G5          A5
And now the executioner is shaking hands with me
    B5          C#5            D5                  D5
"My duty I must carry out, you poor fellow," says he
  A5                                 F5     G5     A5
A rope is tied around my feet and a bag upon my head
    B5                   C#5           D5               D5
And then the noose which separates the living from the dead

CHORUS

VERSE 3
F#5                                                   B5
There he whispers to me "Have you anything to say?"
       F#5                                            B5
My mouth is dry, my throat is tight, I answer "Drop away"
E5                                                G5
Silence now surrounds me, my heart is beating on
       A5                                                  B5
The trapdoor hardly moves at all, my life is still my own

VIOLIN SOLO

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A5                                 F5         G5          A5
They stand me in a corner with my hands and feet still bound
        B5           C#5               D5           D5
While a carpenter is called for and an explanation found
     A5                               F5        G5       A5 
"The rain has warped the timbers," I hear the hangman say
      B5           C#5            D5        D5
"It's funny but it worked well, I tried it yesterday"
F#5                                  B5
"All is mended now," they say, "your ordeal's nearly over
     F#5                             B5
Your life's as good as ended," but I hear their voices waver
     E5                            G5
Once more the bolt is shaken and again I hang in limbo
          A5                                       B5
While the guards jump on the trapdoor and my body stands on tip-toe

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VERSE 4
     A5                            F5         G5          A5
They stand me in a corner with my hands and feet still tied
  B5             C#5               D5              D5
A warder holds onto the noose, the trapdoor opens wide
      A5                         F5        G5      A5
Is it magic or coincidence that keeps me on the brink?
   B5                C#5              D5               D5
It seems to work without me, "Will it kill me now?" I think
F#5                                B5
"Please, I'm tired of living and I really want to die"
      F#5                         B5
I was taken to the scaffold and I heard the hangman cry
E5                         G5
"Lee, I'm truly sorry, forgive these hands of mine"
   A5                                        B5
He three\w the bolt and I felt the jolt the third and final time
   F#5                                  B5
My life was spared that morning 'cos it wasn't theirs to take
F#5                                  B5
Three's the most the law requires, a man to feel the stake

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