All I found in Harrow's Field
were furrows, dark, that would not yield
the Vigilant Digger will dig my grave
of an earth made of things I cannot say
and build a cenotaph that stands
where we once kneeled
saying, "Oh,
I wish I was alive, I wish I wasn't alive"
But no one really is
were furrows, dark, that would not yield
the Vigilant Digger will dig my grave
of an earth made of things I cannot say
and build a cenotaph that stands
where we once kneeled
saying, "Oh,
I wish I was alive, I wish I wasn't alive"
But no one really is