The Judgement

By Dickey Betts

Copyright 1981 Pangola Publishing Co.



Transcribed by Paul Gongola.



The words are the thunder

The thought is the lightning

The telling of the tale is the storm

The defendant must be guilty

As he waits impatiently

As the wooden stake is driven

And the angel sounds the horn



The cornered Lion is not within the realm of reason

Fear is like the cracking of the lash

You want to run, you want to fight

Lightning flashes in the night

You finally turn away to hide your face

As the judges file in to take their places



You got to hold your ground

Hold your ground like a man

Sometimes you've just got to hold your ground

When the truth has finally been tasted

You can tell them all their time has not been wasted



You got to hold your ground

Hold your ground like a man

Sometimes you've just got to hold your ground

When the truth has finally been tasted

You can tell them all their time has not been wasted