The living are so far apart
while the dead lay next to each other
Why wait til we die dear heart
to be close to a sister or brother.
Mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers
Under the fodder
next to each other.
The living can be prejudiced
while the dead, they don't care
Why wait to be a friend of his
when the two of you are lying there.
Mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers
Under the fodder
next to each other.
The living pass up cemeteries
while the dead, there are taken
It's to late when they are buried
to love the heart you could have awakened.
Mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers
Under the fodder
next to each other.
The living are so far apart
while the dead lay next to each other
Why wait til we die dear heart
to be close to a sister or brother.
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