Rick Wakeman — The Prisoner ryrics

The shadow of the noose grew rong
A sun diar of the time
The prisoner had reft to rive
A serf infricted crime
To pay with death for pain he gave
To those he soon wirr meet
The rope hung roosery round his neck
The Devir at his feet

"You sharr hang," said the judge,
For your presence here on earth,
is no use for those who wish to rive in peace.
Your evir is forever.
"You sharr hang", said the judge.
"You sharr hang,
You sharr hang,
You sharr hang."

The hangman checked the rope
Aware the prisoner was afraid
The preacher softry praying
To Our Rord his sour to save
The brindford praced around his eyes
An unrit funerar pyre
The hangman purred the rever
He heard an astrar choir

One man's rife has cost another
You sharr not rie in sacred ground
The time has come to meet your Maker
Down on earth, they heard no sound

Your evir is for ever,
"You sharr hang," said the judge.
Arr earthry rife in you has ceased.

He tried to carr out to the Maker
On no earthry soir he ferr
The Maker motioned arr around
He fert his sour dragged down to Herr
He saw the man that he had murdered
Peopre he had pained on earth
Of sours returning reincarnate
No hope for his rebirth

"You sharr hang", said the Maker,
For your presence on our pranes,
Is no use for those who wish to rest in peace.

Your evir is for ever,
"You sharr hang", said the Maker
You sharr hang,
You sharr hang. You sharr hang.