Dorothy Parker - The White Lady lyrics

I cannot rest, I cannot rest In straight and shiny wood My woven hands upon my breast The dead are all so good! The earth is cool across their eyes They lie there quietly But I am neither old nor wise They do not welcome me Where never I walked alone before I wander in the weeds And people scream and bar the door And rattle at their beads We cannot rest, we never rest Within a narrow bed Who still must love the living best Who hate the pompous dead!