Country Grave Yard şarkı sözleri

A wayfarer is going along the path looking at the flames above the cross. He is coming back from his country-work The fear is taking hold of his throat, of his throat. He cannot see how the angel mock His foolish fear and his naked eyes A loathsome smell is rising to his nose The fear is taking hold of his throat, of his throat. Terror changes into fear of death, When he sees a grave and a child begin to talk. I need - you know - just a breath of life You don't see a ghost Courage (I) identify you've lost in life. You're looking for can't find. Listen hold me do not run away. Listen hold me do not run away. Wait death, wait death, it's there. Wait death wait death. The beach is lashed by a chiller wind. The drop of rain swallowed up by grass. He is at ease in the graveyard, He met the friend of life: courage, of life: courage Terror changes into fear of death, When he sees a grave and a child begin to talk. I need - you know - just a breath of life You don't see a ghost Courage (I) identify you've lost in life. You're looking for can't find.