Sixteenth Century Greensleeves

It's only been an hour Since he locked her in the tower The time has come He must be undone by the morning Many times before The tyrant's opened up the door Someone cries Still we close our eyes, not again Meet me when the sun is in the western sky The fighting must begin before another someone dies Crossbows in the firelight Greensleeves waving Mad men raving Through the shattered night, yeah Flames are getting higher Make it leap unto the spire Drawbridge down Cut it to the ground We shall dance around the fire No more night We have seen the light Let it shine on bright Hang him higher, higher Drawbridge down Cut it to the ground We shall dance around, around the fire No, the fire No more night We have seen the light Let it shine on bright Hang him higher, higher Put a man on the fire Drawbridge down Cut it to the ground We're going to dance around the fire The fire, the fire