When The Saints Rise Out Of Their Graves - Richard Thompson

When the trumpet sounds we’ll all be in line

Saints and sinners, the whole of mankind

There’s going to be a reckoning, and what will you weigh

When the sun comes up on the very last day

We’ll all be craning our necks to see

Adam and Eve from the book of Genesee

Heroes and villains, noble and humble

And the ground on which we stand will crumble

When The Saints Rise Out Of Their Graves

Laughter for some, tears for others

Separating sons, sisters and brothers

When The Saints Rise Out Of Their Graves

Smiling faces on the poor and needy

Sweating blood will be the rich and greedy

You can lie, you can cheat, you can swindle your way

But there’s no more hiding on the very last day

It really doesn’t matter what a man chooses

Jesus or Buddha, Muhammad or Moses

It really doesn’t matter about the colour of your skin

It’s all about your heart and what you keep within