When we die
Jack Penate
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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
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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