Let the Slave (Incorporating the Price of Experience)

[00:13.41] Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field
[00:23.50] Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air
[00:37.17] Let the in-chained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing
[00:47.68] Whose face has never seen a smile in 30 weary years
[00:59.77] Rose and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open
[01:20.43] And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge
[01:30.42] They look behind at every step and believe, and believe it is a dream
[01:45.88] Singing, the sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning
[01:58.36] And the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night
[02:08.24] For the empire is no more and now the lion and wolf shall cease
[02:22.17] For everything that lives is holy
[02:28.81] For everything that lives is holy
[02:36.27] For everything that lives is holy (for everything that lives is holy)
[02:44.59] For everything that lives is holy (for everything that lives is holy)
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[03:04.76] What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
[03:08.56] Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
[03:12.84] Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
[03:16.65] Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
[03:21.30] And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
[03:25.78] It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
[03:30.25] And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
[03:33.30] It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
[03:37.04] To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
[03:40.48] To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
[03:44.01] When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs
[03:47.47] It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
[03:50.95] To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
[03:54.47] To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast
[03:58.13] To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm, that destroys our enemies house
[04:02.15] To rejoice in the blight that covers his field
[04:05.24] And the sickness that cuts off his children
[04:07.13] While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door
[04:10.55] And our children bring fruits and flowers
[04:12.60] Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten
[04:16.61] And the slave grinding at the mill
[04:18.22] And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison
[04:21.12] And the soldier in the field
[04:22.64] When the shatter'd bone, hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
[04:26.20] It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
[04:30.48] Thus could I sing and thus rejoice
[04:33.07] But it is not so with me
[04:43.15] Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
[04:59.91] Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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