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 And nobody will die And nobody will die Well, I've got money in my hand It was silence that begot them The purpose of their ways Lord, The Father, The Beggar, and his hands And 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 And nobody will die And nobody will die Well, I've got money in my hand