Lyrics If I Should Fall From Grace With God - Young Dubliners

If I Should Fall From Grace With God

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me If I’m buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won’t receive me Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me It’s coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me If I’m buried 'neath the sod
Still the angels won’t receive me Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry