Testo di Dover Mine

East toward a stream of meadows Four miles from Dover Mines I built a small gray cottage In the country, I would die Soon I would die Wandered thru the forest at night Cause I could not take to sleep I'd be thinking when would Death come Frustrated I would weep I would weep When will my turn come I wait so long a time I think it's unfair That I pay such a fine When will that turn be mine One night I woke up knowing Came running out my door Until I stood before My death in store