And it is with a heavy laden heart
They laid me beneath the Oak.
Acorns rain down on my soul
After the rain's given them a soak.
Otherwise they'd be like bullets
shot out from the slimline gun
Like me, slimline, rather skinny
just me, bones all that will be done.
My thoughts, taken away for another day
taken far into the promise land
when no man, nothing can touch me
yet hold my damp, bony hand.
Gone are the wishes, what were they?
Dreams secretly held within me for all time.
But now those wishes are trapped in the dust
of my mind but sadly they are all mine.