This ground is too hard to break It ruined a pick and a spade Frozen and solid as a rock My hands are numb with the shock I am prepared for the dirty work I've grovelled for years in the bloody dirt I have all teh tools that I need And now I admit my defeat What will it take to cleave this earth? Break the ground It's got to break What will it take to cleave this earth? I cannot wait 'Til spring My cargo is still half alive They twine 'round each other and cry They beg me to finish the task Will I inter them at last? I glare at the place I'd make a grave I carry the shame it would contain But thinking cannot rend a hole Too tired to stave off the cold