Will our bones be left in strange lands And our grave be dug by cold hands
When we die, when we die When we die, when we die
Will their tears wash the church away And their cries smash the stain glass panes
When we die, when we die
Or will it be another lonely morning for the preist No dearly beloved gathered for the deceased
When we die, when we die Will you cry, will you cry
Will you tie ribbons round blue flowers Then you place them to be devoured
By the sky, when we die When I die, when I die
Or will it be another lonely morning for the preist No dearly beloved gathered for the deceased
When we die, when we die When I die, when I die When I die, when I die When I die, when I dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.