Genesis Hall Lyrics

GENESIS HALL

Fairport Convention

My father he lies in your shadows.
And I know he would never mean harm.
But to see both sides of a quarrel,
Is to judge without hate or love.

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.

You take away homes from the homeless,
And leave them to die in the cold.
The gypsy who begged for your presence,
He will laugh in your face when you're old.

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.

Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey,
Another he drinks up his wine.
And they'll drink 'till their eyes are red with hate,
For those are a different kind.

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.

When the rivers run thicker in trouble,
I'll be there at your side in the flood.
It was all I could do to keep myself
From taking vengeant blood.

Oh, oh, helpless and slow
And you don't have anywhere to go.