Who Murdered The Minutes – Joan BaezBy Who murdered the minutesThe bright, golden minutesThe minutes of youth?I, said the soldier, dressed in his red coatI with my trumpet, my sword and my flagI murdered the minutesI took the minutes and what good I didFor see how the black men kneel, he saidWho killed the hoursThe gay purple hoursThe hours of faith?I, said the parson, in his black cloakI with my book and my bell and my penI killed the hoursI killed the hoursAs my holy rightAnd see how the people kneel at nightWho slew the yearsThe sweet precious yearsThe years of truth?I, said the lover, in her gay gownI with my lips, and my breasts and my eyesI slew the yearsI slew the yearsMy silly talkAnd see how you kneel to me in love www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20