[ Featuring Anaïs Mitchell, Original Broadway Cast of Hadestown ]
Now everybody knows that walls have ears
Is it true? (Is it true?)
What's that noise?
And the walls had heard what the boy was saying
Is it true? (Is it true?)
It's the boy
A million tons of stone and steel
Is it true? (Is it true?)
Echoed his refrain
Low, keep your head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
Keep your head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head
Oh, you gotta
Why do we turn away when our brother is bleeding?
Oh, keep your head
Why do we build the wall and then call it freedom?
Oh, keep your head
If we're free, tell me why
I can't look in my brother's eye?
Keep your head
Young man
Got to hand it to ya
Guess you don't scare easy, do ya?
Are you brave or stupid, son?
Doesn't matter which one
'Cause it seems your song made quite a strong impression on my wife
But it takes more than singin' songs to keep a woman in your arms
Take it from a man no longer young
If you want to hold a woman, son
Hang a chain around her throat
Made of many carat gold
Shackle her from wrist to wrist
With sterling silver bracelets
Fill her pockets full of stones
Precious ones, diamonds
Bind her with a golden band
Take it from an old man
Oh
If I raise my voice
If I raise my voice
If I raise my voice (keep your head low)
If I raise my head
If I raise my head
If I raise my head (keep your head low)
Could I change my fate?
Could I change
Could I change
Could I change my fate? (Oh, you gotta keep your head low)
If I raise my voice could I
Keep your head low
Could I change the way it is?
Why do we turn away instead of standing with him?
Oh, keep your head
Why are we digging our own graves for a living?
Oh, keep your head
If we're free, tell me why
We can't even stand upright?
If we're free, tell me when
We can stand with our fellow man
Keep your head
Young man, I was young once too
Sang a song of love like you
Son, I too, was left behind
Turned on one too many times (ah-ooh)
Now I sing a different song
One I can depend upon (ah-ooh)
A simple tune, a steady beat
The music of machinery (ah-ooh)
You hear that heavy metal sound?
The symphony of Hadestown
And in this symphony of mine
Of power cords and power lines
Young man, you can strum your lyre
I have strung the world in wire
Young man, you can sing your ditty
I conduct the electric city
I'll tell you what, young man
Since my wife is such a fan
And since I'm going to count to three
And put you out of your misery
One! Give me one more song
One more song before I send you
Two! To the great beyond
Where nobody can hear you singing
Three! Sing a song for me
Make me laugh, make me weep
Make the king feel young again
Sing for an old man
