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