Ballad of the Carpenter

Ewan MacColl
Language: English

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Parole e musica di Ewan MacColl
Nel disco “New Briton Gazette, Vol. 1” (Folkways, 1960), con Peggy Seeger
Testo trovato su libretto del disco.

New Briton Gazette, Vol. 1

Echi di Jesus Christ di Woody Guthrie. Interpretata anche da Phil Ochs nel suo disco I Ain't Marching Anymore del 1965.
Jesus was a working man, a hero as you shall hear
Born in the slums of Bethlehem at the turning of the year,
Yes, the turning of the year.

When Jesus was a little lad the streets rang with his name,
For he argued with the aldermen and he put ‘em all to shame.
Yes he put them all to shame.

His father he apprenticed him a carpenter to be
To plane and drill and work with skill in the town of Galilee
Yes, the town of Galilee

He became a roving journeyman and he wandered far and wide,
And he saw how wealth and poverty lived always side by side,
Yes, always side by side.

He said, "Come all you working men, you farmers and weavers, too.
If you will only organize, the world belongs to you,
Yes, the world belongs to you.

So the fishermen sent two delegates and the farmers and weavers too
And they formed a working committee of twelve to see the struggle through
Yes, to see the struggle through.

When the rich men heard what the carpenter had done, to the Roman troops they ran.
Saying "Put this rebel Jesus down, he's a menace to god and man,
Yes, a menace to god and man.

The commander of the occupying troops he laughed and then he said
"There's a cross to spare on Calvary Hill, by the weekend he's be dead
Yes, by the weekend he'll be dead.

Jesus walked among the poor for the poor were his own kind,
And they wouldn't let the cops get near enough to take him from behind,
Yes, to take him from behind.

So they hired one of the traitor's trade and a stool-pigeon was he
And he sold his brother to the butcher's men for a fistful of silver money.
Yes, a fistful of money.

When Jesus lay in the prisoner's cell, they beat him and offered him bribes
To desert the cause of his own dear folk and work for the rich men's tribe,
Yes, to work for the rich men's tribe.

The sweat stood out upon his brow and the blood was in his eye,
And they nailed his body to the Roman cross and they laughed as they watched him die,
Yes, they laughed as they watched him die.

Two thousand years have passed and gone, and many a hero too,
But the dream of this poor carpenter at last it is coming true,
Yes, at last it is coming true.

Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2018/5/11 - 09:22

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