No sir I won't follow right into your grave Since I've seen your true face, all I do is shake Once you took my mother far away from me But I know her sweet soul is where it ought to be No sir I won't walk you to your fancy car I will take the small road, wich leads me very far You can do whatever is written long ago Drive up to the hilltop to choose right from wrong They are the center of me
As they bestow me with glory Patiently I'll walk home, waiting for that day The day that I will meet her again with my dear lord 'Cause I've found me a saviour, that reaches out to me Both will be there waiting with all who are dear to me They are the center of me As they bestow me with glory I know they're waiting for me When their spirits surround me