Skin, cloth and bone They will be taken down to the ferryman An old crooked lie The fibers were underneath her fingernails
Old and gray, into the grave Old and gray, into the grave
The taste and the name Have all but been swallowed now from the tip of his tongue The sound of your voice The screaming stopped ringing as he drifted away
Old and gray, into the grave Old and gray, into the grave
Never repaid the lives he took away Never repaid the lives he took away
Old and gray, into the grave Old and gray, into the grave