Oh mother i’m scared to die where, where do my good deeds lie Oh father i’m scared to live takes more than i’ve got to give oh sister my voice is weak oh brother i long for sleep oh hunger i know you well my cruel friend is a funeral bell
and it rings in the day and it rings in the evening oh i could pray but it won’t stop you leaving shadow in black you are grim from your reaping oh can’t you spare just a day for the weeping
oh lover i know you’re there and i’d follow you anywhere oh give me a hand to hold so that i may face the cold
cause it rings in the day and it rings in the evening oh i could pray but it wont’ stop you leaving shadow in black you are grim from from your reaping oh cant you spare just a day for the weeping
cause it rings in the day and it rings in the evening oh i could pray but it won’t stop you leaving shadow in black you are grim from your reaping
oh can’t you spare just a day for the weeping oh can’t you spare just a day for the weeping