The first time I died, I walked my ways..

I followed the file of limping daze..

I held me tall with my head flung up

But I dared not look on the new moon's cup

I dared not look on the sweet young rain

And between my ribs was a gleaming pain

I dared not look on the sweet young rain

And between my ribs was a gleaming pain

The next time I died, they laid me deep

They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep

They tossed me petals, they wreathed me fern

They weighted me down with a marble urn

And I lie here warm, I lie here dry

And watch the worms slip by, slip by

I lie here warm, I lie here dry

And watch the worms slip by, slip by

Lie warm, lie dry

Lie warm, lie dry

Dry, dry