Gravedigger

Lying in your bed Everyone knows you'll soon be dead Laying roses on your table Planting kisses on your head Holding your weakened hand As it sinks in too my skin I'm digging up a hole To bury you within And I'm sure You were afraid And I still cry four times a day I've heard all the phrases people say It's not Goodbye It's see you later If that was the case I'd be a gravedigger I'm not walking with a shovel in my hand Hoping to find a dead old man A dead old man There comes a time it happens to all of us Laying under the path we used to walk on Now we're six feet deeper laying on our back Forgetting the Jokes our Friends Used to crack It's not goodbye It's see you later If that was the case I'd be a gravedigger I'm not walking with a shovel in my hand Hoping to find a dead old man A dead old man A dead old man A dead old man