John Brown's Body Songtext
von Robin Holcomb

John Brown′s body lies a-mold'rin′ in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-mold'rin′ in the grave
John Brown′s body lies a-mold'rin′ in the grave
But his truth goes marchin' on
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the comin′ of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has loosed the fateful lightnin' of His terrible swift sword
His truth goes marchin′ on I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnin' rows of steel
"As you deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal"
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marchin' on
John Brown′s body lies a-mold′rin' in the grave
John Brown′s body lies a-mold'rin′ in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-mold′rin' in the grave
And his truth goes marchin' on