Villagers - To Be Counted Among Men lyrics

Young Paul decides upon a future And he asks from her a favor He wants to know if she will tell him If he's for Hell or he's for Heaven If he's for Hell he'll show no sorrow Until he's born again tomorrow If he's for Heaven there's no reason To lament the pa**ing season She says, Don't be a fool, son There aren't any rules, son And as she spoke He lost his faith He asked her name, she told him Laurie Proceeded to give him her life story She was a teacher and a scholar They built a statue in her honor Then she became a slave in ancient Athens She doesn't know quite how it happened Now she paints faces in the city Making all those ugly girls look pretty She says, Look at this town, son Take a good luck around, son Why should anyone here be saved? So he says, Every crooked lane that you can see Every open home, every hollow tree Is a home for creatures loved by me And oh to be counted among them Among them Oh to be counted among them Among them Oh to be counted among them