What Can May Come

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