Belfast Food CroMusic at cromusic.crolinks.com [V] 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 boy Let me go boy Let me go down in the mud Where rivers all run dry This land was always ours Was the proud land of the fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let me go boy Bury me at the 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 boy It's coming up three boy Let them go down in the mud Where rivers all run dry If I should Fall from Grace