All I found in Harrow's Field Were furrows, dark, that would not yield 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