Country Grave Yard Lyrics

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.
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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.