Sandy Denny - Genesis Hall Lyrics
My father he rides with your sheriffs;And I know he would never mean harm,But to see both sides of a quarrelIs to judge without haste or alarmChorusOh, oh, helpless and slow,And you dont have anywhere to goYou take away homes from the homelessAnd leave them to die in the coldThe gypsy who begged for your presentsHe will laugh in your face when youre old(chorus)Well, one man he drinks up his whiskeyAnother he drinks up his wineAnd theyll drink till their eyes are red with hateFor those of a different kind(chorus)When the rivers run quicker than troubleIll be there at your side in the floodIt was all I could do to keep myselfFrom taking revenge on your blood(2x chorus)