Johnny Cash, copyright 2002
spoken"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying 'come and see', and I saw - and behold, a white horse."
There's a man going round, taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody will be treated all the same
There'll be a golden letter reaching down
When the Man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers, one hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying, some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, and the virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree, it's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom.
Then the Father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers, one hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying, some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, and the virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree, it's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound
When the Man comes around.
spoken And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, and I looked and behold, on a pale horse. And his name that said on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.
