Gravediggress lyrics

Gravediggress dig me

A hole I can bury

All of my love in

All of my holy

Old gravediggress by the dried out brook

Whose babble turned to gravel

And my company took

I used to watch the butterflies

Pretend that it's spring

When December, can't remember

Not a damn cold thing

Old gravedigger by the burnt out tree

Who held a hive a murmur

But no more bees

I used to hear the wind

Make speak and sing the leaves

Seems so long I 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 mama was sweeter

Then you might be sane