Lyrics When The Saints Rise Out Of Their Graves - Richard Thompson

When The Saints Rise Out Of Their Graves

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