The wine we once shared still numbs my tongue, While this procession plays my last song, That earthen grave is expecting me, There will be home eternally.
Ref.: Over my bones, The grass will grow, Grow over me...
I see the shallow skies over me, And hear the sadness of the widow's weep, Earth starts to crumble, as this casket lows, And dirt will cover my frozen soul.
Ref.: Over my bones, The grass will grow, Grow over me...