Down, down, down, down
Down, down alone
Beneath the muck and the mire
Through the mud and the leaves and melting snow
Deep beneath the ground is where we’re found
Where the living dare not go
Deep beneath the muck and the mire
Through the mud and melted snow
Eighteen years of age you were engaged to a boy strong and young
When the plague won your heart and it stole the very breath within your lungs
Who would have ever guessed that the first time you’d lay by a man
Would be the night that you were laid by his side, beneath the broken earth and sand?
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