Jericho - David Knopfler

'Twas long ago near Jericho where Joshua lit the spark

A soldier from a holy war lay dying in the dark

And he heard the final trumpet

Through the sacred culling ground

He heard a sound like thunder

As walls came tumbling down

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He’d prayed to find redemption — He prayed for inner peace

He’d prayed upon the innocents when searching for release

He had travelled far behind the lines — cut the sacred wire

He’d put his lips against the steel — the symbol of his ire

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The lifeline — his holy cross — the giver of sweet gifts

Small mercies for the dying on a final graveyard shift

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There was a final consecration — a final calling card

A lifetimes culmination for the words that came so hard

The blood was coursing through his veins — he knew the final score

Sword lay in the scabbard — Death was at the door

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