How wonderful, how wonderful, would it be to be
buried hand over hand when the moon’s quarter to three
in the shadow of my favourite tree.
How wonderful, how wonderful- my sins have been forgiven!
I didn’t die by my own hand, my sins have been forgiven,
they lay now on the burdened son that’s got to go on livin’.
How wonderful, how wonderful, never meant for a classy ride
don’t throw me in a satin box or throw money at goodbyes,
I’d rather go just how I came, 
quite surprised, not a thing to my name,
stopped in the middle of whatever game I was playin’.
How wonderful, how wonderful would it be to be
Buried hand over hand when the moon’s quarter to three
in the shadow of my favourite tree-
in the shadow, patiently.

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