Rumour and Rapture

We waited in our summer camps, we waited all summer long
 To be paid for the bloody work we had done
 I fought with Freeborn John, I fought with General Ireton
 The best of men in the worst of times
 I have honours to my name, I have served my God
 And not that fool of a king
 But when I close my eyes to dream I see pikes against the sky
 I hear dying men and horses scream
 No one tells us what is happening
 No one ever says what is happening
 Through those November rains, we were on the march again
 To Putney with our elected men
 And in the Church the leaders talked
 And outside we stamped our feet against the cold
 And dared to hope
 News from home comes slow and it is never good
 The harvest poor and too few to gather
 We were sent to hang two men caught stealing food
 By a frozen river
 No one tells us what is happening, no
 No one ever says know what's happening, what's happening
 What is happening
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 What's happening
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 They say in London town the streets are alive with talk
 The Parlament of Saints to be taken down
 I say let them rot in Hell, it will be God's will
 To see a land that is free
 Everywhere there are prophets
 Everywhere there are words
 All this rumour and rapture
 But I just long to go home, turn my face into the sun
 To know Jerusalem
 No one tells us what is happening
 No one ever says what is happening, what's happening
 No, no
 No one tells us what is happening