Slowly

When we roam the forests for all the men before us
And they pull their guns and shoot us
We'll slowly pass away

And while the clocks are ticking and everybody's singing
And the lion roars a lullaby
They slowly pass away

And oh, we'll face white waters
And oh, we'll need to find a way

Since while we roam the forests we'll all join in for the chorus
And we'll sing until the morning comes
Then slowly pass away

We walk upon a graveyard and swear the spirits linger
But we just sit in splendor
As we slowly pass away

And oh, we'll face white waters
And oh, we'll need to find a way
And oh, when my day comes
I'll be there at the grave