Look Away by Sevrin de Savage (tune: Desperadoes Under the Eves - Warren Zevon) I was climbing to the gallows in old Edinburgh town ‘Neath a grey and sorrowed raining sky The sodden crowd who gathered was quiet As I cast my gaze among them A young lad caught my eye He stood as one would stand before a hero His proud chin raised and fire in his eye In his face I saw my own refection He’d come to watch me die So do ... tell me now ... Seems a life worth living, don’t it lad? A robber, thief, and rebel’s not so bad Ne’er a wife I took, but many maidens had Seems a life worth living, don’t it lad? But ask me of nights sleeping out in the driving rain With no comfort giving shelter from the pain Those are things the minstrels never tell The lonely nights a'running through a freezing hell As the gallows man draped rope around my tightened throat He asked if any last words would I say I said Lah, Lah, La-la, La-la-lah La-la-lah La-la-lah, Lah La-la-la-la-Lah (choir repeats) Look away, lad There’s nothing here for you Look away (repeats)