The Grim Reaper is calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling
It’s me, it’s me must go while you go hide
But come ye back to safety in the meadow
The valley’s hushed, you reap what you did sow
My grave is here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Donnie boy, please say it is not so!
But if you come, and the flowers are all dying
And I am dead, as dead can be
You may come and find the place I’m lying
You’ll kick up leaves to make sure you cannot see
And I shall hear your plodding tread above me
And my grave will desecrated be
For you won’t care to bend or soil your knee
How can you sleep in peace for what you’ve done to me?
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