Tomorrow
John C Munro

One last request you men of law, it makes no difference now
Just let my mother free before it's done
So she can hold me once before you snuff this candle out
And soothe he fevered spirit of her son

Chorus
When tomorrow comes how will it be
How should I die, what last words should I speak,
"Stand tall, die like a Kelly son, it's all we know"
Such is this life, this death, this final blow

Sons say goodbye to mothers but should mothers to their sons
It's not the way of nature not at all
She came to talk of freedom riding brumbies in the sun
Although she too was kept within those walls

Chorus

Darkness now and time to think and ask what made it so
To contemplate the coming of the day
When men of God and men of healing tend me as I go
And strangers come to see me on my way

Chorus

Visions of the plains at Greta, sights of Irish skies
Images of Dan and Steve and Joe
The white hood leaves the imprint of the cross upon my eyes
Then falling, endless falling…