My Love Lies In The Ground

E A E A E E A E A E E My love you lie in the cold cold ground A In a grave not one week old E To kiss once more your cold cold lips A I’d give my weight in gold gold E I’d give my weight in gold E I can’t see clear to leave your side A I never more will roam E I’ll make my bed upon your grave A A pillow from your stone stone E A pillow from your stone A D E A E E A E A E E There is no fire can warm me now A No blanket made of down E The warmth I feel is from your soul A A seeping through the ground ground E A seeping through the ground E And I do not want a house of gold A Or a cold dark cave E I’ll make my home in the musty soil A That lies around your grave grave E That lies around your grave E A E A E E A E A E E Well I can’t abide their laughter A It cuts me like a blade E I prefer the night owl call A And the rhythm of my spade spade E The rhythm of my spade Verzse 6 E Soon I’ll be at your side A Apart we’ll never be E And I won’t hear those above A That make a fool of me me E That make a fool of me A D E A E A D E A E