And if I die before the evening's over
Gonna take my body for to keep my soul
And if that stone lies six feet under
Gonna take my money for a pot of gold
And if that pot should wind up empty
You can fill it up with a holy wine
And the wine tastes sweet, you drink up plenty
Then shed your worries for a peace of mind
And when I climb the Tower of Babel
I'll leave my spirit in the hands of friends
Until I walk with Cain and Abel
To beg for mercy at the Pearly Gates
And when I kneel, the great Messiah
I'll bear his trial and take his name
And so that child will be a saviour
From a cradle to a shallow grave
From the cradle to a shallow grave
From the cradle to a shallow grave
To a shallow grave
To a shallow grave
To a shallow grave
