Dug Him in the Dirt

Before you know there goes his ghost again
 It disappears and comes in close again
 It comes again and each time closer in
 It goes again and he is gone
 Before he knew it there was trembling light
 The tide just so under the moon aligned
 It comes again and entering his eyes
 It goes again and he is gone
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 With our gloves soft and white
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 Yes but swearing he'd rise with that tide
 And come bearing his burden of light
 Just as soft and as white
 And my old Mama sighed, "if we measure a life
 At all, it must not be with time"
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 Before you know it, memory's tanglin'
 It's folding over, under with the wind
 It turns again, and each time closer in
 It goes again and he is gone
 Before we knew it he had up and went
 The coming of the crows coincident
 A moment black and blue and heaven-sent
 We go again and we are gone
 
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 With our gloves soft and white
 We dug him in the dirt when he died
 As the autumn air vied for our minds
 And those birds above circled in tight
 Weathered wings black as white
 And my good Mama sighed, "if we measure a life
 At all, it must not be with time"