Ancestors – Edith Frost – letras

When we go to gloryWhen our time is overWill we stand unspoken forWhen the light becomes too blindingWhen my ancestors come to meet meThey’ll have questions about my druggingThey may look on my enemies kindlyWhen my life becomes a memoryWill my ancestors meet me up thereThey may look upon meThey may take it badlyAll the men I used to loveAll the things they won’t approve ofWhen my ancestors come to meet meWell I hope that they welcome me thereThey’ll forgive me forgetting their namesWhen the place becomes too frighteningWill my ancestors meet me up there