Texty: Flogging Molly. Grace Of God Go I.

Lookin? down through a tide of no return
Is a field where the crops no longer grow
Parched is the land, strangled an? be damned
There for the Grace Of God Go I

Down beside where the riverbed sleeps
Is a man not knowin? what he should feel
Mocked by the wave that beats the waters edge
There for the Grace Of God Go I

If I ever hurt another like thee again
I would drown myself beneath your name
Lost was the child, we all once did hide
There for the Grace Of God Go I