Sixteenth Century Greensleeves

It's only been an hour

Since he locked her in the tower

The time has come

He must be undone

By the morning

Many times before

The tyrant opened up the door

Someone cries

Still we close our eyes

Not again

Meet me when the sun is in the western sky

The fighting must begin before another someone dies

Crossbows in the firelight

Greensleeves waving

Mad man raving

Through the shattered night, yeah

Flames are getting higher

Make it leap unto the spire

Drawbridge down

Cut it to the ground

We shall dance around the fire

No more night

We have seen the light

Let it shine on bright

Hang him higher, higher

(Sixteenth century greensleeves)

Drawbridge down

Cut it to the ground

We shall dance around, around the fire

Now, the fire

No more night

We have seen the light

Let it shine on bright

Hang him higher, higher

Put a man on the fire

Drawbridge down

Cut it to the ground

We've gotta dance around the fire

The fire, the fire