When We Die (Penate Jack)

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