What I found in harrow's field, (oh oh oh) Were furrows, dark, that would not yield, (oh oh oh) The vigilant digger will dig my grave Of an earth made of things I cannot say And build a cenotaph that stands Where we once kneeled
Saying, "oh" Saying, "oh" I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive Saying, "oh" Saying, "oh" I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive But no one really is
