Upon My Soul

When you hear that work time whistle
Pick up your coat and ride
The angels take the locks out
Through heaven’s door they glide
God will trouble my pursuers
And strike me if I lie
See the angels take the locks out
Through heaven’s door we glide

No poets in the trenches, where’s the real light
It’s all of us against the rest, but I won’t die tonight
No poets in the trenches, wherе’s the real light
It’s all of us against the rеst, but I won’t die tonight

There will be no work tomorrow
Just some troubled water there
No profit for the devil’s son
The cold and dark we share
The further into night we go
You know the light must come
There will be no serfs tomorrow
For the masters and their sons

No poets in the trenches, where’s the real light
It’s all of us against the rest, but I won’t die tonight
No poets in the trenches, where’s the real light
It’s all of us against the rest, but I won’t die tonight

Sometimes I’m upside down Lord
Sometimes I’m feeling old
I look upon creation
I look upon my soul, I said
Sometimes I’m upside down Lord
Sometimes I’m feeling old
I look upon creation
I look upon my soul, I said
Sometimes I’m upside down Lord
Sometimes I’m feeling old
I look upon creation
I look upon my soul, I said
Sometimes I’m upside down Lord
Sometimes I’m feeling old
I look upon creation
I look upon my soul, I said