There’ll be no guard
to help me board,
There’ll be no carer
to ease my sores,
there’ll be no beds
in a calm hospice,
there’ll be nil left,
no trace of grace.
There’ll be no guard
to help me board,
There’ll be no carer
to ease my sores,
there’ll be no beds
in a calm hospice,
there’ll be nil left,
no trace of grace.