Watchman on the Wall

Three little ones are sleepin' in the loft above the hearthBreathin' slow and dreamin' like there's nothin' dark on earthBut I've seen the thing that's comin' and I know it's drawin' closeSo I pull my coat around me and I climb up to my post

The world won't wait till they are grown, it's comin' for 'em nowSo I train 'em in the way they ought to go — I show 'em how

I'm the watchman on the wallAnd I'll never leave my postWhen the enemy comes creepin'For the ones I love the mostI will sound the horn to warn themI will stand there in the breachAnd I'll teach 'em how to fight itLong before it's in their reach

Every evenin' 'round the table, I open up the WordTeach 'em they're a child of God, the truest thing they've heardI tell 'em good from evil 'fore the world can twist it 'roundAnd I let 'em see me kneel, so they know where strength is found

Two thousand stripling warriors marched out without a doubtTheir mothers raised that faith in 'em and God brought 'em out

The Lord said that a watchman doesn't get to simply standHe sees the sword, he sounds the horn, or blood is on his handSo I'd rather lose my sleep a thousand nights up on this wallThan stand before my Father and say I never warned 'em at all

Now my boy's a grown man with little ones of his ownAnd I see his lantern burnin' on the wall above his homeThat's how I know I stood my watchAnd the watch goes on

Watchman on the Wall

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