When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her Boys workin' on empty Is that the kind'a way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Darkness coats us. The smell of fall. Changing season. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls. Trapped for eternity. Black crows break the silence. The garden of the dead s alive

For me to leave Upon my life When time has come When judgment's passed A cold dark grave