Tell the saints, tell the sinners Tell the foolish, tell the wise

Tell the saints, tell the sinners That you've seen with your own eyes

Down, down below

To the village, to the city And to anywhere you know

To the village, to the city You won't make it, it's time to go

Down, down below

Not the beggar, not the rich man Nor will you escape this might

Not the beggar, not the rich man Nor will you know when time is right

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below

Down, down below