My love you lie in a 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 from your soul
seeping through the ground ground
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 ???
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
who make a fool of me me
who make a fool of me