[Verse I] Unbar the dawn, let heaven break, These bones have dreamt beneath the stake. Long have I dwelt where ravens fed, With chains for crown and stone for bed. The moss knew well my nameless tears, It counted slow the rusting years. Wrong was the face, wrong was the name, Thus was I offered unto shame. [Chorus] Let the light fall upon my brow, I walk a free-born pilgrim now. The lark doth sing where none once cared, Truth outlived the hangman's snare. Though they buried me in iron's keep, The Lord remembered in my sleep. [Verse II] The oak hath grown, the brook runs clear, Yet all I loved hath fled from here. Still shall I breathe the morning's grace, And wear the sun upon my face. No dungeon's wall can bind the sky, No liar's tongue outlive the cry. My tale, once chained beneath the stone, Now rides the wind for all to know. [Final Chorus] Let the light fall upon my brow, I walk a free-born pilgrim now. The crows have flown, the gates are wide, Justice came though long denied. I lost my years—but not my soul; The bells of mercy bid me home.
