Hark, The Herald Hermit Speaks - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Hark, the herald hermit speaks

With words that are good and unique

For the vanquished

He says, the card you see is the thief

But the hangman just might bring relief

To your confusion

Among the sleepers, I am

Floating in my dream

The man that’s laughing drove a nail

He whipped his horse and built the jail

Wants no forgiveness

A collection of dark and loveless things

Along with rain, he will bring

Sorrow

Lost and abandoned, I am

Living in my dream

Spare the swallow

Break the rock

Cross the water when the

Ice is high

You’ve sewn your son now

Wait for the plot

Tell everybody up the line

The pale side walk flower’s a friend of mine

To give passage

And let no man burden

What the devil schemes

We must learn to live with poisonous things

Among us

So sings the nightbird when he

Lost in his dream

Spare the swallow

Break the rock

Cross the water when the

Ice is high

You’ve sewn your son now

Wait for the plot

Spare the swallow

Break the rock

Cross the water when the

Ice is high

You’ve sewn your son now

Wait for the plot