Баллада о плотнике (Ballad of the Carpenter) Музыка: Юэн Макколл Слова: Юэн Макколл
Jesus was a working man,
A hero you shall hear,
Born in the slums of Bethlehem
At the turning of the year,
Yes, the turning of the year.
When Jesus was a little lad,
The streets rang with his name,
For he argued with the older men
And he put ‘em all to shame,
Yes he put them all to shame.
His father he apprenticed him
A carpenter to be
To plane and drill and work with skill
In the town of Galilee,
Yes, the town of Galilee.
He became a roving journeyman
And he wandered far and wide,
And he saw how wealth and poverty
Lived always side by side,
Yes, always side by side.
He said, "Come all you working men,
you farmers and weavers, too.
If you will only organize,
Τhe world belongs to you,
Yes, the world belongs to you".
So the fishermen sent two delegates,
Αnd the farmers and weavers too,
And they formed a working committee of twelve
Τo see the struggle through,
Yes, to see the struggle through.
When the rich men heard what the carpenter had done,
Τo the Roman troops they ran,
Saying "Put this rebel Jesus down,
Ηe s a menace to god and man,
Yes, a menace to god and man".
The commander of the occupying troops,
Ηe laughed and then he said,
"There s a cross to spare on Calvary Hill,
Βy the weekend he s be dead,
Yes, by the weekend he ll be dead".
Jesus walked among the poor
For the poor were his own kind,
And they wouldn t let the cops get near enough
To take him from behind,
Yes, to take him from behind.
So they hired one of the traitor s trade,
And a stool-pigeon was he,
And he sold his brother to the butcher s men
For a fistful of silver money,
Yes, a fistful of money.
When Jesus lay in the prisoner s cell,
They beat him and offered him bribes
To desert the cause of his own poor folk
And work for the rich men s tribes,
Yes, work for the rich men s tribes.
The sweat stood out upon his brow
And the blood was in his eye,
Blood was in his eye,
And they nailed his body to the Roman cross
And they laughed as they watched him die,
Yes, laughed as they watched him die.
Two thousand years have passed and gone,
And many a hero too,
But the dream of this poor carpenter
At last it is coming true,
Yes, at last it is coming true.
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