In the early hours of dawn
Through the garden where the flowers hung
Where the favored ones are waited on
And the weaker ones are filled with song
Well I went mad, I was mad
Surely there's another way
You know I've searched forever
Now the years are only fleeting
Oh
Bring me an axe
Bring me an spade
Bring me an winding sheet
For my grave
And let thy winds
And the tempest beat
And I'll lie down as cold as clay
Where's the warm and piercing sun
You know I can't remember
Long before the violent sea
Surrounded me in misery
I heard their voices something like wings
Bring me an axe
Bring me an spade
Bring me an winding sheet
For my grave
And let thy winds
And the tempest beat
And I'll lie down as cold as clay
