when there’s no place left for me to go
when there’s no one left alive I know
and I’m driving on through the blinding snow
I’m going to lift my voice and sing

the dark night can’t ever scare me now
I know the way and I know the how
to the drinking gourd and the sacred plow
I’m going to lift my voice and sing

I’m going to sing to the rain going to sing to the wind
to the setting sun and the baby’s dream
and when I wake up from my sleep again
I’m going to lift my voice and sing

and when the darkness falls over everything
when the last black crow is on the wing
when the last trump sounds and the last bell rings
I’m going to lift my voice and sing

now we’ve all got our debts to pay
and we’re all going to die some day
but ‘til the angels come to drag me away
I’m going to lift my voice and sing

I’m going to sing to the rain going to sing to the wind
to the setting sun and the baby’s dream
and when I wake up from my sleep again
I’m going to lift my voice and sing

(Ken Zimmerman, 2015)