I was just looking through an old computer file - looking for the words of another song that I decided to work on, when I came across these lyrics to a song I wrote for an album - 1999 - it sez here.

How Do They Sleep Tonight?
How are they sleeping tonight along that old death row
are they waiting on each dawn light
as their precious minutes go
Does each heart twist in a knot of fear
For the darkness is coming down - coming down slow
How do they sleep tonight along death row

How can your heart conceive of a judge saying you must die
All those salaried suits with their law degrees listing the reasons why
Your heart must stop, like a broken clock
You must bid the light goodbye
How do they sleep tonight along death row

                                
Tell me now, tell me how, tell me now sweet Jesus
How could you let this be
Are your minds so closed and your hearts so cruel
In the home of the brave and the free

How do you feel on a day when they're taking the next man down
times he spoke with you
and you were glad of a voices sound
Will you cry, will you scream, will you struggle, will you fight
Or does it always pay to be polite
How do they sleep tonight along death row
                
Tell me now, tell me how, tell me now sweet Jesus
How could you let this be
Are your minds so closed and your hearts so cruel
In the home of the brave and the free

The crown of thorns, and the nails and the tree
and its all paid for by you and me and
                        
Tell me now, tell me how, tell me now sweet Jesus
How could you let this be
Are your minds so closed and your hearts so cruel
In the home of the brave and the free


Written and performed by Celtic Minstrel
© 1999 Alan Whittle and David Forbes