When We Die - Jack Penate

When we die, when we die

When we die, when we die

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 die