I am no weeping well-o'

I am no weeping well-lowow I am no fragile flower

To be taken by the frost or by the lateness of the hour

I've lived in consternation

Of the road ahead for me

Despite that I can't see that far

There are things that I can see

You won't dig my grave You won't dig my grave that I can't see that far. There are things that I can see.

You won't dig my grave.

You won't dig my grave.

I've lived among the angels.

You never were that brave.

You won't dig my grave.

You won't dig my grave.

I've gone on to the mountain.

There are things that you can't take. From that morning by the river, well, once I touched her helm, by midnight in the garden without a solitary friend.

Rock of my salvation was the girl who took my hand. You've never been loved the way I have you wouldn't understand

You won't dig my grave

You won't dig my grave

I've lived among the angels

You never were that brave

You won't dig my grave

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