Now the hour draws nigh, the last bell tolls
How heavy my chains, how still my soul
But somewhere in the dark, a newborn cries
And a mother looks down with love into a killer's eyes.
Turn away young man, from the siren's spell
Turn back from the path where only torment dwells
Heed well the tale of William Hayes
Born 35 years ago, and he'll hang today
Lyrics from "Cold Statesville Ground," a song that we'd appreciate more if it was an historical tale, rather than an assessment of our current community.
