Take My Photograph

Take my photograph my portrait Don't hang it on a wall for me Give it up to my mother Or to my colony of bees On a ceremony sunday Sitting in cemetery trees It is all vanity yet i know There is a little light i still see Oh i am arranged oh i am arranging Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed I am arranged oh i am arranging Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed Touch my head upon the water So in light it will now show Lay my hand down on the altar For inside a sickness grows I am wasted on the waiting Is it right that i would know? Lay your hand down on me a term In the garden that you've sown Oh i am arranged oh i am arranging Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed I am arranged oh i am arranging Oh i am arranging you to be to be changed To be changed Take me sparrow Don't hang it on the wall for me I'm laid in narrow I'm waiting on my colony