Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury All of my love and all of my holy (2x) Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury All of my love and all of my holy All of my love and all of my holy (2x) Old gravediggress by the dried out brook Whose babble turns to gravel And my company too I used to watch the butterflies Pretend that its spring When December can't remember Not a damn cold thing Old gravedigger-r by the burnt out tree Who held the hive a murmur But no more bees I used to hear the wind- Made speak and sing the leaves Seems so long I've felt but a shy and tender breeze Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury All of my love and all of my holy Old scarecrow wounded at the knee Lost your button eyes And most of your stuffing Hay for a heart And hay for a brain If your momma was sweeter then you might be sane Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury All of my love and all of my holy