The Churchyard

A long ago, you were here in my arms
And I swore I would protect you from harm
On this hill, 'neath the tree
How could we've fallen so far?
The earth is a blood-red clay

In a bow there's a raven

Not long ago, you were here in my arms
And I swore I would protect you from harm
On this hill, 'neath a tree
How could we've fallen so far?
No one should find out how it feels
Standing here, hoping and praying
No one should find out what it's like
Standing here, digging a hole in which to bury

When they are finished
They look like wombs on a hill
Two graves, they lay side by side

No one should find out how it feels
Standing here, hoping and praying
You'll awake from this awful ordeal
Standing here, not having the means