High Noon

- You're getting out?
- Yes.

You want me to give Kane a hand?
- No.
- All right

May I wait here for the noon train?
I said, may I wait in the lobby until noon?
- Sure, lady.
- Thank you.

- You're Mrs Kane, ain't you?
- Yes.

You're leaving on the noon train,
but your husband ain't.

- No, why?
- No reason, but it's mighty interesting.

Now me, I wouldn't leave this town at noon
for all the tea in China.

No, sir.
It's going to be quite a sight to see.

# My eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord

#He's trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored

# He has loosed the fruitful lightening
of His terrible swift sword

# His truth is marching home
# Glory, glory, halleluja
Glory, glory, halleluja

# Glory, glory
His truth is marching home

# He has sonded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat

# He is shifting out the hearts of men
before His judgement seat