Washington Irving - A Grave! A Grave! - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Washington Irving

album: August 1914

Nobody knows what life is like in the ground
I close my eyes and I hear that shoveling sound
The kirk was rigged, we're full of bread and full of wine
Nobody knows what pipes can do to the mind
The clear black notes are falling on my ears
And birds take flight from their holy spire
Nobody speaks of that hole in the field
But I've walked these last miles in a dead man's shoes
A grave, a grave to put this young man in
A grave, a grave to put this young man in
Memory leaves you like dust stepped into the road
Nobody knows where your life and your love is stowed
So I'll walk further past these grey headstones
Than I've ever dared to before on my own
And lie down on the new green earth and know
I've walked the last few miles in a dead man's shoes
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in
Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in

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