This town, 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 It’s my time