Another day another death I go to the church a friend has passed away
They lay him to rest in this holy ground
where the stones give dates of hundards of years past
Our people have been on this land for thousands of years
Our ghost roam the church yard at night
Soon not far away my body will lay
Just another grave with a body rotting away.
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I go to the church
a friend has passed away
They lay him to rest
in this holy ground
where the stones give dates
of hundards of years past
Our people have been
on this land for thousands of years
Our ghost roam
the church yard at night
Soon not far away
my body will lay
Just another grave
with a body rotting away.