Gravediggress

Gravediggress dig me a hole I can bury

All of my love and all of my holy

Gravediggress dig me a hole I can bury

All of my love and all of my holy

All of my love and all of my holy

Gravediggress dig me a hole I can bury

All of my love and all of my holy

All of my love and all of my holy

Old gravediggress by the dried out brook

Whose babble turns to gravel

And my company too

I used to watch the butterflies,

Pretend that its spring

When December can't remember

Not a damn cold thing

Old gravedigger-r by the burnt out tree

Who held a hive a murmur

But no more bees

I used to hear the wind"”

Made speak and sing the leaves

Seems so long I've felt but a shy and tender breeze

Gravediggress dig me a hole I can bury

All of my love and all of my holy

Old scarecrow wounded at the knee

Lost your button eyes

And most of your stuffing

Hay for a heart

And hay for a brain

If your momma was sweeter then you might be sane

Gravediggress dig me a hole I can bury

All of my love and all of my holy