To Be Counted Among Men - Villagers

Young Paul decides upon a future

And he asks from her a favor

He wants to know if she will tell him

If he’s for Hell or he’s for Heaven

If he’s for Hell he’ll show no sorrow

Until he’s born again tomorrow

If he’s for Heaven there’s no reason

To lament the passing season

She says, Don’t be a fool, son

There aren’t any rules, son

And as she spoke

He lost his faith

He asked her name, she told him Laurie

Proceeded to give him her life story

She was a teacher and a scholar

They built a statue in her honor

Then she became a slave in ancient Athens

She doesn’t know quite how it happened

Now she paints faces in the city

Making all those ugly girls look pretty

She says, Look at this town, son

Take a good luck around, son

Why should anyone here be saved?

So he says, Every crooked lane that you can see

Every open home, every hollow tree

Is a home for creatures loved by me And oh to be counted among them

Among them

Oh to be counted among them

Among them

Oh to be counted among them