To the tune of Lullaby of Takeda

D A Bm 

Shadows stretch long in the window 

Bm A

Eleven standing on the scaffold high
d a bm

The gallows will creek to the blackbird singing

a g bm

I greet them at the red sunrise

 

Down where my lover is standing

See where my tears stain his chin

Our comrades defiant around him 

Sway like the banners in the wind

 

Where is the poet and writer, 

Whose words were the swelling April flood?

Where are the friends of the prisoner

Whose flag was painted in blood? 

 

Gone like the blossoms of cherry, 

Driven by the winter’s dying rage

The scarlet wing thrushes are singing

Are singing even from an iron cage 

 

(repeat first verse)