Lover's Coal
I dug me a grave in a mountainside
With walls of earth and stone
The men came by with their picks and pried
The last of all my lover's coal
I dug me a grave in a mountainside
With walls of earth and stone
The men came by with their picks and pried
The last of all my lover's coal
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
I sang me a song of the home I knew
Hills of emerald green
Dreamt of eyes that were clear and blue
A sight that never more I'll see
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
And way down in the darkness is some deep, black prize
All the memories of heartache that I buried alive
Bring me to my restitution, weigh down my eyes
With coins of your forgiveness and a shroud of linen white
Coins of your forgiveness and a shroud of linen white
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
With walls of earth and stone
The men came by with their picks and pried
The last of all my lover's coal
I dug me a grave in a mountainside
With walls of earth and stone
The men came by with their picks and pried
The last of all my lover's coal
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
I sang me a song of the home I knew
Hills of emerald green
Dreamt of eyes that were clear and blue
A sight that never more I'll see
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
And way down in the darkness is some deep, black prize
All the memories of heartache that I buried alive
Bring me to my restitution, weigh down my eyes
With coins of your forgiveness and a shroud of linen white
Coins of your forgiveness and a shroud of linen white
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
And the air was stale and thin
And the mountain swallowed me
And it grinned its bloody grin
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
Said, "I'm holding you
'Til your love wakes up again"
Credits
Writer(s): Brielle Ansems
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