Testo di Brigada 49 - If I Should Fall From The Grace Of God

If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys Let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry This land was always ours Was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go, boys Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry Bury me at sea Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves No corpse shall lie upon me It's coming up three, boys Keeps coming up three, boys Let them go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod Where the angels won't receive me Let me go, boys Let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud Where the rivers all run dry