If I should fall from Grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I’m buried ‘neath the sod
But the angels won’t receive me
Let me go boy
Let me go boy
Let me go down in the mud
Where rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of the fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let me go boy…
Bury me at the sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corps can lie upon me
It’s coming up three boy
It’s coming up three boy
Let them go down in the mud
Where rivers all run dry
If I should Fall from Grace…
Let me go boy…
