Sixteenth Century Greensleeves

It's only been an hour Since he locked her in the tower The time has come He must be undone By the morning Many times before The tyrant's opened up the door Then someone cries Still we close our eyes Not again Meet me when the sun is in the western skies The fighting must begin before another someone dies Cross bows in the fire light Greensleeves waving Madman raving Through the shattered night Flames are getting higher Make it leap unto the spire Draw bright down Cut it to the ground We shall dance around the fire No more night We have seen the light Let it shine on bright Hang him higher