I saw Socrates dancing
On the day he was about to die
I saw Socrates dancing
On the day he was about to die

The sun was high, the sky was bright
The fearful tears were nowhere in sight
The very first song of his seventy-odd years
Was composed on his very last day

I saw Socrates dancing
On the day he was about to die
I saw Socrates dancing
On the day he was about to die

Some people cried of the injustice
They were bellowing in their pain
Some people cried oh so hard
They were trying to hide a smile that stained

We tried to get him out
Prepared a safe haven
We did scream and we did shout
But he only heard the calls of the raven

I saw Socrates dancing
On the day he was about to die
I saw Socrates dancing
On the day he was about to die

The sun was high, the sky was bright
The fearful tears were nowhere in sight
The very first song of his seventy-odd years
Was composed on his very last day