Spent my days on the tramp
and on the oceans.
On the quest of what it's for,
I strode the nights.
I slept in the dark of the arches
where all strangers used to sleep,
saw the ghost side of the land
as the sun went down on me.
At Potter's Field1 is where you find me.
Beneath the oak trees and the moon, I nest.
Oh, at Potter's Field is where I laid down.
Amongst my predators and friends, I rest, oh.
Close your eyes and you
can hear the weeping.
Forgotten, lonely hearts
can't make their peace.
Hear unchristened souls yearn
for remission and relief,
the shady side of life
and the downside of belief.
At Potter's Field is where you find me.
Beneath the oak trees and the moon, I nest.
Oh, at Potter's Field is where I laid down.
Amongst my predators and friends, I rest, oh.
Along the streets of disregard
and across the Eldritch Boulevard,
you'll find a place calm and concealed:
here's Potter’s Field.
At Potter's Field is where I laid down
amongst my predators and friends.
1. Capitalization is per the band's official lyrics, but this normally isn't capitalized in English.