(Harris)

I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low... running low...
When the priest comes to read me the last rites, I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be there's been some kind of error, Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak

Tears they flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not afraid of dying
Don't I believe that there never is an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard, Someone calls from a cell, "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me go?

As I walk all my life drifts before me, And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul it's willing to fly away

To be continued...