There's gonna be roses
And your picture in a frame
The women will be crying
And the men, they will whisper your name
Umbrellas will be open
On a hill side of grace
The children will be dressed up
And chase each other in the rain
And there's gonna be a darkness
Maybe colder than you guess
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels filling the air
Your mother may be there
Your father may be there
There may not be voices
Sent from a throne to carry you home
Oh heaven may not get you
The devil may see you first
He's hidden himself in both
The beast and the bird
A stranger may have found you
Where the angels have lulled you to sleep
They swallow you whole like a whale
From your head to your feet
And there's gonna be a darkness
Maybe colder than you guess
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels filling the air
Your mother may be there
Your father may be there
There may not be voices
Sent from a throne to carry you home
Well you think there's a place
Wide open and wide
Where you think you'll be safe
Where you think there's a light
There's gonna be a darkness
Maybe colder than you guess
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels filling the air
Your mother may not be there
Your father may be not there
There may not be voices
Sent from a throne to carry you home
There may not be music, there may not be stairs
There may not be angels filling the air
Your mother may not be there
Your father may be not there
There may not be voices
Sent from a throne to carry you home
