I Was born with an angel whispering in my ear
Telling me sacred secrets that God wanted me to hear.
And I have lived to tell the mysteries I've been told
And even when they tell me it's my time to go
No I will not, No I will not
Not go quietly
No I will not, No I will not
Not go quietly no, no, Not go quietly no, no
Not go quietly
These things I tell, they are much truer
So how can I keep Silent
So how can I not speak
And tell about the Saviour
Who has set this prisoner free.
Chorus