Gravediggress, dig me
A hole I can bury
All of my love in
All of my holy
Gravediggress, dig me
A hole I can bury
All of my love in
All of my holy
Old gravediggress by the dried up brook
Whose babble turned to gravel
And my company too
I used to watch the butterflies
Pretend that it's 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 in
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 in
All of my holy