Raise aching hands to weary skies
Tired bones on suffered grounds
All of this I wish that I
Didn't let wear me down
Down, down
Down, down, down
Rest tortured bones in walls of pine
A resting place for all of time
But I don't want to leave behind
The sweetly fragrant taste of life
Life, life
Life, life, life
Quiet spilling pale moonlight
Casts a cross upon your smile
As sleeping in my arms you lie
Peaceful in your dreams tonight
Night, night
Night, night, night

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