Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
Walked a crooked mile in chains
layed our roses on the flames
crossed our hearts and wrote our names
in ashes which the wind reclaims
Caught and held the chilling breeze
tight between our knocking knees
Meant no trouble, oh no - we
were only trying to be free
Who can tell, who can tell
tell this thing to me
what you did and how you felt
while trying to be free
Stood beneath the fortress sky
watching flaming arrows fly,
hung our heads and walked on by
Widows mourn, the dead don't cry
Here's the watch that ends the night
Here's the first born breath of light
for the moment burning bright
Who can weight or tell the sight?
Who can tell, who can tell
tell this thing to me
what you did and how you felt
while trying to be free
Ethical dilemmas we
were forced to lose between
hammered at our destiny
like props behind the scene
Who can tell the things we tried
in hopes of victory
took on faith or else denied
while trying to be free?
Broken threads of destiny
grand designs, oh let them be
Tilt at windmills by the sea
In our trying we were free
With this banjo on your knee
weep. Susanna weep for me
Fruit has fallen from the tree
While we were trying to be free
Who can tell, who can tell
tell this thing to me
what you did and how you felt
while trying to be free