Rumour and Rapture, 1650 Songtext
von New Model Army

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

What′s happening

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