Villagers

To Be Counted Among Men
Young Paul decides upon a futureAnd he asks from her a favorHe wants to know if she will tell himIf he's for Hell or he's for HeavenIf he's for Hell he'll show no sorrowUntil he's born again tomorrowIf he's for Heaven there's no reasonTo lament the passing seasonShe says, Don't be a fool, sonThere aren't any rules, sonAnd as she spokeHe lost his faithHe asked her name, she told him LaurieProceeded to give him her life storyShe was a teacher and a scholarThey built a statue in her honorThen she became a slave in ancient AthensShe doesn't know quite how it happenedNow she paints faces in the cityMaking all those ugly girls look prettySongtexteShe says, Look at this town, sonTake a good luck around, sonWhy should anyone here be saved?So he says, Every crooked lane that you can seeEvery open home, every hollow treeIs a home for creatures loved by meAnd oh to be counted among themAmong themOh to be counted among themAmong themOh to be counted among them Aus Songtexte Mania