The End - The Autumns

Lord, stay my hand

Before I sin again

I’m not sad

I’m just through with it

Glad I’m through with it

Yeah

Lord, understand

It’s not the same as then

Light my path

Guide me to the end

Swear you will forget me

Lord, bells we bring

For chariots to swing

Wring the life from leaves

Blood smeared down the trees

Please