When The Time Comes
by Merisan

The mission bells are ringin’, calling out for us to look
against a ragged wall, the parish priest pulls out his book
The morning sky so blue without a cloud to offer shade
no hiding for the wicked, no plans left to be made

and I know that you are sorry, but the law won’t turn away....

When the time comes, When the time comes
that long and dusty road will reach the sea
When the time comes, When the time comes
your sad and lonesome soul
will be set free

A man without his band is just a criminal alone
a hundred outlaw brothers are still made of flesh and bone
together you have ridden down a darkened desert path
but where are your dear brothers now to speak on your behalf?

and I know now that you’re sorry, but the law won’t turn away....

When the time comes, When the time comes
that long and dusty road will reach the sea
When the time comes, When the time comes
your sad and lonesome soul
will be set free

You had your share of women, all the gold that you could stand
and countless innocent good men have perished by your hand
so many strikes against you, with so little time to pray

and now you’re on the firing line on your own judgement day! Oh!

When the time comes, When the time comes
that long and dusty road will reach the sea
When the time comes, When the time comes
your sad and lonesome soul
will be set free

When the time comes, When the time comes
that long and dusty road will reach the sea
When the time comes, When the time comes
your sad and lonesome soul
will be set free