When the moon is a cold chiseled dagger And it's sharp enough to draw blood from a stone He rides through your dreams on a coach and horses And the fence posts In the moonlight look like bones Well they've stopped trying to hold him With mortar, stone and chain He broke out of every prison When the boots mount the staircase The door is flung back open He's not there for he has risen He's not there for he has risen Some say he once killed a man... with a guitar string, He's been seen at the table with kings Well he once saved a baby from drowning There are those who say beneath his coat, there are wings Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him He can turn himself into a stranger Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide he was born away in a cornfield A fever beats in his head like a drum inside Some say they fear him Others admire him Because he steals his promise One look in his eye Everyone denies Ever having met him