The teacher of truth told tales of trouble times that would begin
And the cynical sewer sowed the sorrowful seeds of seven sins
The people placed a prize upon the prince of perfect peace
And the one who wooed the world was wounded, look unto the East

The morning moved in mournfully with many moments smart
My brawny beast who beat the beauty, bound and bit and barred
They laid the lash upon him low, his lips moved not the least
Watch him come from where he did go, look unto the East

The devil threw his darts and the dearest dove came droppin' down
But the spirit slips in soft and sweetly, unseen with no sound
The comforter, the counsellor with us till time is ceased
And the groom will return for his bride, look unto the East

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Writer(s): JOHNNY R. CASH