Oh, brother, where do we go?
We're aching boys on bloody snow
I'm walking forward, my hands are bound
The chains, they rub and weigh me down
The sun shines out through heaven's clouds
It burns my heart, it's rays profound
And Jesus takes me, he breaks my chains
For the Woman's crown
And I'm not lovely, I'm not the man
With the aching sound
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
It's over now
The sun shines down through heaven's clouds
She breaks away and cuts me down
But I don't want to be the last
The last dead soldier the pastor found
And Jesus takes me, he breaks my chains
For the Woman's crown
And when I get there, Tuolumne
Will she be there awaiting me?
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
It's over now
