How far I remember the day

I lost my wife

I thought that losing her was the end of my life

But I held on and thought there was something better

Than sinking like a stone, so I became a gravedigger



Staying home, living alone, dropping tears on my own

I do have never known where these voices come from

As sweet as the morn, they were just saying :

"Son, Hey, there's work to be done among coffins and bones"



Then all over the years, buried pounds of corpses

Saw gallons of tears and drank thousands of beers

I buried some lawyers

I buried some junkies

I buried some preachers

I buried some bitches

I buried my mother

I buried my sister

I buried some miners

I buried gravediggers



Old enough to give in, I am digging your vault

And in the state I'm in, you may think it's not yours

Digging deeper and deeper as you're getting ever colder

Anyhow you can rave, I won't fall in the grave



For the rest of my years I'll bury pounds of corpses

see gallons of tears and drink thousand of beers

I'll bury you lawyers

I'll bury you junf=kies

I'll bury you preachers

I'll bury you bitches

I'll bury your Queen

I'll bury your mother

I'll bury your king

Oh, I'll bury you brother



Yes I'll bury you dreamers

And bury your teachers

And bury you friend

And I'll bury...



Yes I'll bury you Heroes

And bury your singers

And bury you Kings

And I'll bury Gravediggers