My love you lie in the cold cold ground
In a grave not one week old
To kiss once more your cold cold lips
I’d give my weight in gold gold
I’d give my weight in gold
I can’t see clear to leave your side
I never more will roam
I’ll make my bed upon your grave
A pillow from your stone stone
A pillow from your stone
There is no fire can warm me now
No blanket made of down
The warmth I feel is from your soul
A seeping through the ground ground
A seeping through the ground
And I do not want a house of gold
Or a cold dark cave
I’ll make my home in the musty soil
That lies around your grave grave
That lies around your grave
Well I can’t abide their laughter
It cuts me like a blade
I prefer the night owl call
And the rhythm of my spade spade
The rhythm of my spade
Soon I’ll be at your side
Apart we’ll never be
And I won’t hear those above
That make a fool of me me
That make a fool of me