It was early in the morning
When the battle horse arrived
And he embraced Sarah
The bride of his old age
And Sarah hugged Billy
Who was born of her sweet womb
And nobody will die
Well, I got money in my hand
It was silence that begot them
The purpose of their ways
Lord, The Father, The Begger, and his hands
From that time the post will pull
And push against the sky
Oh baby, I know the night's too slow
And nobody will die
Well, I got money in my hand