When we go to glory When our time is over Will we stand unspoken for When the light becomes too blinding
When my ancestors come to meet me They'll have questions about my drugging They may look on my enemies kindly When my life becomes a memory Will my ancestors meet me up there
They may look upon me They may take it badly All the men I used to love All the things they won't approve of
When my ancestors come to meet me Well I hope that they welcome me there They'll forgive me forgetting their names When the place becomes too frightening Will my ancestors meet me up there