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The Song of Susannah ist ein Lied, welches sich durch den gesamten sechsten Teil der Turm-Saga zieht. Nach jedem Teil des Romans - hier Strophe genannt - stehen acht Verse. Vier Verse des Vorsängers und vier des Chors als Antwort darauf. Die letzte Strophe ist allerdings anders: Zusammen singen Vorsänger und Chor die letzten vier Verse dieses Liedes.

Original	Deutsch (etwa)
Vorsänger: Commala-come-come There's a young man with a gun Young man lost his honey When she took it on the run Chor: Commala-come-come! She took it on the run! Lefter her baby lonely but her baby ain't done.	Vorsänger: Commala-komm-komm Da ist ein junger Mann mit einem Revolver Der junge Mann hat seine Liebste verloren Als sie über alle Berge floh Chor: Commala-komm-komm! Sie floh über alle Berge! Ließ ihr Baby allein zurück, aber ihr Baby ist noch nicht fertig.
Vorsänger: Commala-come-coo The wind'll blow ya through. Ya gotta go where Ka's wind blows ya Cause there's nothin else to do Chor: Commala-come-two! Nothin else to do! Gotta go where ka's wind blows ya Cause there's nothing else to do	Vorsänger: Commala-komm-kai Der Wind weht dich vorbei Du musst gehen wohin Kas Wind dich bläst Denn es geht nur so, verzeih Chor: Commala-komm-zwei Es geht nur so, verzeih! Du musst gehen wohin Kas Wind dich bläst Denn es geht nur so, verzeih
Vorsänger: Commala-come-key Can ya tell me what ya see? Is it ghosts or just the mirror That makes ya want to flee? Chor: Commala-come-three! I beg ya, tell me! Is it ghosts or just your darker self That makes ya want to flee?	Vorsänger: Commala-komm-kai Sag, was siehst du, Sai? Sind es Geister oder nur der Spiegel der Fluchtgedanken bringt herbei? Chor: Commala-komm-kai Ich bitte dich, sag's mir, Sai! Sind es Geister oder dein dunkles Ich das Fluchtgedanken bringt herbei?
Vorsänger: Commola-come-ko Whatcha doin at my do'? If you doan tell me now, my friend I'll lay ya on de flo'. Chor: Commala-come fo'! I can lay ya low! The things i done to such as you You never want to know.
Vorsänger: Commala-gin-jive Ain't it grand to be alive? To look out on Discordia When the Demon Moon arrives. Chor: Commala-come-five! Even when the shadows rise! To see the world and walk the world Makes ya glad to be alive.
Vorsänger: Commala-mox-nix! You're in a nasty fix! To take the hand in a traitor's glove Is to grasp a shef of sticks! Chor: Commala-come-six! Nothing there but thorns and sticks! When you find your hand in a traitor's glove You're in a nasty fix
Vorsänger: Commala-loaf-leaven! They go to hell or up to heaven! When the guns are shot and the fire's hot, You got to poke em in the oven Chor: Commala-come-seven! Salt and yow' for leaven Heat em up and knock em down And poke em in the oven
Vorsänger: Commala-ka-kate you're in the hands of fate. no matter you're real or not the hour groweth late. Chor: Commala-come-eight! The hour groweth late! No matt what the shade ya cast You're in the hands of fate.
Vorsänger: Commala-me-mine You have to walk the line. When you finally get the thing you need It makes you feel so fine. Chor: Commala-come-nine! It makes ya feel fine! But if you'd have the thing you need You have to walk the line.
Vorsänger: Commala-come-ken It's the other one again. You may know her name and face But that don't make her your friend Chor: Commala-come-ten! She is not your friend! If you let her get too close She'll cut you up again.
Vorsänger: Commala-come-call We hail the one who made us all, who made the men and made the maids, Who made the great and small. Chor: Commala-come-call! He made the great and small! And yet how great the hand of fate That rules us one and all.
Vorsänger: Commala-come-ki. There's a time to live and one to die. With your back agasint the final wall Ya gotta let the bullets fly. Chor: Commala-come ki! Let the bullets fly! Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads When it comes my day to die.
Vorsänger: Commala-come-kass! The child has come at last! Sing your song, O sing it well, The child has come to pass. Chor: Commala-come-kass, The worst has come to pass. The Tower trembles on its ground; The child has come at last
Commala-come-come, The Battle's Now Begun! And all the foes of men and rose Rise with the setting sun.