Dirt On Wood
Oh choir sing high
so all won't hear this dead man cry
Oh tears for me
won't wash me clean or set me free
Oh bed of death
no time to pray before last breath
Oh grave I pray
God take my soul my bones here stay
Oh pray you should
before you hear the dirt on wood
Copyright © James Study | Year Posted 2018
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