They had gently said that "you are dead"

But I find that hard to believe

You may have run your course, the whole world across

But I find you have to live before you die

Broken, broken stem

Lay down your head

But the seed, the seed

The seed is sown and of the land

So lay in your grave, 'cause that's why they're made

But don't expect, don't expect no company

But don't you mind, I'll think of you all the time

But don't lay or lie on account of me

Broken, broken stem

Lay down your head

But the seed, the seed

The seed is sown and of the land