20 souls
have gone
home to meet their God
20 souls have gone home,
home to meet their God
From that fiery band,
they've gone home to
meet their God
They were trapped behind a locked door,
a locked door of a moldy cage.
Trapped behind a locked door,
a locked door of a moldy cage.
It burned to a frazzle, Lord,
while that hellfire raged
It was mighty cold outside, but Northwind,
Northwind moaned and cried
Mighty cold outside
Northwind he moaned and cried
While inside twenty poor boys
Lord in agony died
Now no more ball and chain
To carry on their weary feet
We'll be singing hallelujah,
sitting by God's mercy feet.
No more ball and chain,
cause a papa lot of pain.
No ball and chain,
no more worries again.
Singing hallelujah,
sitting by my God's mercy seat.
20 souls have gone home
to meet their God
20 souls have gone home to
meet their God
From that fiery band,
they've gone home to
meet their God.
Now no more ball and chain
to carry on their weary feet.
They'll be singing hallelujah,
sitting by God's mercy seat.
No ball and chain
cause a powerful lot of pain.
No ball and chain,
no more words again.
They were singing hallelujah,
sitting by my God's mercy seat.