Текст песни Genesis Hall - June Tabor

My father he rides with your sheriffs
And I know he would never mean harm
But to see both sides of a quarrel
Is to judge without hate or love
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you dont have anywhere to go
You take away homes from the homeless
And leave them to die in the cold
The gypsy who begs for your presents
He will laugh in your face when youre old
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you dont have anywhere to go

And theyll drink till their eyes are red with hate
For those of a different kind
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you dont have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble
Ill be there at your side in the flood
Twas all I could do to keep myself
From taking revenge on your blood
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you dont have anywhere to go
Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you dont have anywhere to go