Gravedigger sing and play along

Cyrus Jones, eighteen ten to nineteen thirteen,

made his great grandchildren believe you could live to a hundred and three.

A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid,

so Cyrus Jones lived forever.

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,

could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?

Gravedigger...

Muriel Stonewall, nineteen o three to nineteen fiftyfour,

she lost both of her babies in the second great war.

Now you should never have to watch as your only children are lowered in the ground.

I mean, never have to bury your own babies.

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave

could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?

Gravedigger...

Ring around the rosy;

pocketful of posies.

Ashes to ashes,

we all fall down.

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,

could you make it shallow so that I could feel the rain?

Oh. Gravedigger...

Little Mikey Carson, sixtyseven to seventyfive,

he rode his bike like the devil until the day he died.

When he grows up, he wants to be Mister Vertigo on the flying trapeze,

oh, ah, nineteen forty to nineteen ninetytwo.

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,

could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?

Oh. Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,

could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain,

I can feel the rain, I can feel the rain?

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,

could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?

Gravedigger...

Gravedigger...