The Ballad of Giles Corey

Feel the winds, they are howling
Close, here comes death holding flowers
Hear the crowds, they are calling me out
Bodies burn by the hour

Don't press on me
Don't press on me

Cries ring out from the dying
Hang mama high before you learn
More weight, I'll cry where I'm lying
Three days more dear then it's your turn

Don't press on me
Don't press on me
Don't press on me
Don't press on me

Take my mind to the gallows
Burn my heart out in the streets
Bring my body to the hillside
And send me out to sea
Take my mind to the gallows
Burn my heart out in the streets
Bring my body to the hillside
And send me out to sea
But don't press

Lord, don't press on me, no Lord don't press on me
Judge, don't press on me, no judge don't press on me
Lord, don't press on me, no Lord don't press on me
Judge, don't press on me, no judge don't press on me
Lord, don't press on me, no Lord don't press on me
Judge, don't press on me, no judge don't press on me
Lord, don't press on me, no Lord don't press on me
Judge, don't press on me, no judge don't press on me
Lord, don't press on me, no Lord don't press on me
Judge, don't press on me, no judge don't press on me



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Writer(s): Cory Sulyma
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