When the last brother boards that plane
And the holy father reads his name
And the salt water down your face
Virgina sings, amazing grace
When the revolution calls your name
And breaks your heart all over again
Well the torch kept burning on a young man’s face
And the band kept playing amazing grace
And old queen Mary laid him down
And raised her flag high over the town
And the lion rose up with his crown
And the morning made an amazing sound
I was lost, now I’m found
I was lost, now I’m found