Steve Mason - Upon My Soul

When you hear that work time whistle 

Pick up your coat and ride 

The angels take the locks out 

Through heaven’s door they glide 

God will trouble my pursuers 

And strike me if I lie 

See the angels take the locks out 

Through heaven’s door we glide 

 

No poets in the trenches 

Where’s the real light 

It’s all of us against the rest 

But I won’t die tonight

But I won’t die tonight
 

There will be no work tomorrow 

Just some troubled water there 

No profit for the devil’s son 

The cold and dark we share 

The further into night we go 

You know the light must come 

There will be no serfs tomorrow 

For the masters and their sons 

 

No poets in the trenches, 

Where’s the real light 

It’s all of us against the rest, 

But I won’t die tonight (x2) 

 

Sometimes I’m upside down, Lord 

Sometimes I’m feeling old 

I look upon creation 

I look upon my soul, I said

I look upon my soul, I said

I look upon my soul, I said

I look upon my soul, I said

Written by:
Steve Mason, Tev'n Nhlumayo, Scott Knapper

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