The Man Comes Around

作词 : John R Cash

作曲 : John R Cash

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder

One of the four beasts said

Come and see

And I saw, and behold, a white horse

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names

And he decides who to free and who to blame

Everybody won't be treated all the same

There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down

When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up

At the terror in each sip and in each sup

Will you partake of that last offered cup

Or disappear into the potter's ground?

When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

Onе hundred million angels singin'

Multitudes arе marchin' to the big kettledrum

Voices callin', voices cryin'

Some are born and some are dyin'

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home

The wise men will bow down before the throne

And at his feet, they'll cast their golden crowns

When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still

Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still

Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still

Listen to the words long written down

When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singin'

Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum

Voices callin', voices cryin'

Some are born and some are dyin'

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

To kick against the pricks, to kick against the pricks

To kick against the pricks, to kick against the pricks

To kick against the pricks, to kick against the pricks

To kick against the pricks, to kick against the pricks

To kick against the pricks, to kick against the pricks

To kick against the pricks, to kick against the pricks

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse

And his name that sat on him was death

And hell followed with him