Blue Marbled Elm Trees

No, I shan't complain If on an April day and the ice gusts in from Norway Scours the sand Off of your grieving skin And as you lay me down to sleep And under earth two metres deep Take the stones and the coals from the saw arms You place them at my head You place them at my feet No, I shan't complain If only a dozen or so of the loves of my life Cannot contain their grief And they weep real tears Of all those wasted years And as you lay me under earth, take comfort in the knowing That they haven't an ease A bitter soul to keep No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world And no, I shan't complain If the lasting memory of me is the sign of a new life budding In the leaves of the elm trees No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world I shan't complain No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world No, I shan't complain I had the best time laughing with my girls I had the best life offered up by this blue marble Or any alien world I shan't complain No, I shan't complain No, I shan't complain