Rumour & Rapture 1650

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've served my God
And not that fool of a King
Now when I close my eyes to dream
I see pikes against the sky
I hear dying men and horses scream
No one tells us what is happening
No one ever says 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
How tsarevni stamped our feet against the cold
And dared to hope
News from home comes slow and it's never good
The harvest poor and too few to gather
We were sent to hang two men caught stealing food
By a frozen river
No one tells us what is happening
No one ever says what is happening