Call to Heaven

<br>Cannons roared, in the valley they thundered<br>While the guns lit up the night<br>Then it rained and both sides wondered<br>Who is wrong and who is right<br>On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow<br>Bloody hands and broken back<br>When they fire see him pirouette solo<br>Jump in time to the rat-a-tat<br>What a night though it`s one of seven<br>What a night for the dancing dead<br>What a night to be called to heaven<br>What a picture to fill your head<br>By the wall in silhouette standing<br>Through a flash of sudden light<br>Cigarette from his mouth just hanging<br>Paper square to his heart pinned tight<br>Gather `round reluctant marksmen<br>One of them to take his life<br>With a smile he gives them pardon<br>Leaves the dark and takes the light<br>They dispatch their precious cargo<br>Knock him back right off his feet<br>And they pray may no one follow<br>Better still to face the beast<br>When the field has become a garden<br>And the wall has stood the test<br>Children play and the dogs run barking<br>Who would think or who would guess