Lyrics

I live where the grass is low, where
shepherd`s purse and daisies grow. I
wash my hands every daybut soil and
dust won`t go away.
one day we will all be humus,
dandelions will grow upon us
what a pretty thing to be food for grass
and rosemary. yarrow and ranunculus
will sprout and bloom and feed on us
just remember, all is not lost
,cause our bodies will be compost.
I lie down beneath a tree until the grass
grows over me. as the setting sun now
dies I hear the ravens` lullabies:
just remember, all is not lost
cause our bodies will be compost.
just remember, all is not lost
our bodies will turn to compost.