When everything is dead in the fields In the swamps, in the mountains When all things have past and gone And my friends have all moved on Where will I go, where can I be Where will you meet me Let all that what can may come I will need no one to keep me When everyone can choose any side Of the line to be born on Turn their faces to the Sun And fear not what walks behind them Where will they go, these stones I throw Built into a wall that contains thee Let all that what can may come I will need no one to keep me Inside, outside We are in churches Painted with all of things That you call freedom Inside, outside We are in churches Painted with all of things That you call freedom Canon Inside, outside We are in churches Painted with all of things That you call freedom When everything is dead in the fields In the swamps, in the mountains When all things have past and gone And my friends have all moved on Where will I go, where can I be Where will you meet me Let all that what can may come I will need no one to keep me Let all that what can may come I will need no one to keep me