Rumour & Rapture 1650 - New Model Army

We waited in our summer camps, we waited all summer long

To be paid for the bloody work we had done

I fought with Freeborn John, I fought with General Ireton

The best of men in the worst of times

I have honours to my name, I have served my God

And not that fool of a king

But when I close my eyes to dream I see pikes against the sky

I hear dying men and horses scream

And no one tells us what is happening

No one seems to know what is happening

Through those November rains, we were on the march again

To Putney with our elected men

And in the Church the leaders talked

And outside we stamped our feet against the cold

And dared to hope

News from home comes slow and it is never good

The harvest poor and too few to gather

We were sent to hang two men caught stealing food

By a frozen river

And no one ever tells us what is happening

No one seems to know what’s happening

They say in London town the streets are alive with talk

The Assembly of Saints to be taken down

I say let them rot in Hell — it will be God’s will

To see a land that is free

Everywhere there are prophets

Everywhere there are words

All rumours and rapture

But I just long to go home, turn my face into the sun

And now I know Jerusalem

And no one ever tells us what is happening

No one seems to know what is happening