| Song | From the Cell Door to the Gallows |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Hymns for the Hopeless |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession | |
| and it broke the night air like a china plate | |
| And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection | |
| and the devil was at the front gate | |
| And just when you wish that you were dead | |
| Oh may the light shine down upon your head | |
| Well, it's a long walk from the cell door to the gallows | |
| It's a long walk for a prisoner to take | |
| And when your last resort is pray to the lord | |
| that the noose is weak enough to break | |
| Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down | |
| Oh shine down upon my head | |
| Well there's certain things you just can't escape from | |
| No matter how far and how fast you decide to run | |
| And when the last thing to take has been taken | |
| And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue |
| zuo ci : Whitmore | |
| Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession | |
| and it broke the night air like a china plate | |
| And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection | |
| and the devil was at the front gate | |
| And just when you wish that you were dead | |
| Oh may the light shine down upon your head | |
| Well, it' s a long walk from the cell door to the gallows | |
| It' s a long walk for a prisoner to take | |
| And when your last resort is pray to the lord | |
| that the noose is weak enough to break | |
| Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down | |
| Oh shine down upon my head | |
| Well there' s certain things you just can' t escape from | |
| No matter how far and how fast you decide to run | |
| And when the last thing to take has been taken | |
| And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession | |
| and it broke the night air like a china plate | |
| And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection | |
| and the devil was at the front gate | |
| And just when you wish that you were dead | |
| Oh may the light shine down upon your head | |
| Well, it' s a long walk from the cell door to the gallows | |
| It' s a long walk for a prisoner to take | |
| And when your last resort is pray to the lord | |
| that the noose is weak enough to break | |
| Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down | |
| Oh shine down upon my head | |
| Well there' s certain things you just can' t escape from | |
| No matter how far and how fast you decide to run | |
| And when the last thing to take has been taken | |
| And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue |