Testify - Alan Doyle, Colin James

I feel the irons on my wrist

And lament, it’s come to this

When they hang me from the gallows tree

«Such as life,» you’ll hear me hiss

I’m not the reddest handed bandit here

But I’m the one who’ll take the fall

This smoking gun’s been smothered

By the long arm of the law

The Chaplin says, «The end is started

And your judgment has begun

Prayers can lead to God’s forgiveness

For all the foolish things you’ve done»

«You've got tonight to find

Some peace of mind before you leave this world»

And I hope and pray

That I may never get what I deserve

Take me down to the river

Preacher, take me by the hand

Take me down to the river

Mend the soul of a broken man

Drown me in forgiveness

Wash these bloody hands of mine

Take me down to one last river

Lord, let me testify

I believe in God’s benevolence

And I have seen with my own eyes

In the river just outside the gate

Sunday sinners get baptized

And I’ll pray for my redemption

But I’m quite sure that he won’t hear

I’ve never had that watered cross

Trickle in my ear

The chaplain’s face it grew sadder

He said, «You've not been christened, son?»

«No,» I said and I hung my head

«Is there nothing to be done?»

«If I could get down to that river

Can’t you see how cleansed I’d be?

The latest lamb in God’s hands

And my soul would be set free»

Take me down to the river

Preacher, take me by the hand

Take me down to the river

Mend the soul of a broken man

Drown me in forgiveness

Wash these bloody hands of mine

Take me down to one last river

Lord, let me testify

They take me to the river banks

Two guards and the chaplain

The moonlight shines on the holy tides

My prayers have been answered

I take my sodden walk to Jesus

All piety and grace

The guards release my shackles

But they cannot read my face

The deepest breath that I can take

As I plunge under the water

The chaplain had the kindest ways

But he could have been a whole lot smarter

Two kicks and I’m traveling

Beneath the muddy waters gleam

And by the time I take a second breath

I’m a hundred yards downstream

Take me down to the river

Preacher, take me by the hand

Take me down to the river

Mend the soul of a broken man

Drown me in forgiveness

Wash these bloody hands of mine

Take me down to one last river

Lord, let me testify