This town and these hills
Will march along and forget the killed
Oh, lord it's my time

Rest now sleep tight
Close your eyes breathe in the night
Oh, lord it's my time

Please, please not me
But it's my time

Blanket hold the warmth
Hangman has eyes of stone
Oh, lord it's my time

Rope torn withered and worn
Feel the breeze that blows
Oh, lord it's my time

Please, please not me
Please, please not me
It’s my time
But it’s my time
But it’s my time