What I found in Harrow's Field, (Oh oh oh) Were furrows, dark, that would not yield, (Oh oh oh) The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave Of an earth made of things I cannot say And build a cenotaph that stands Where we once kneeled
Saying, 'Oh' Saying, 'Oh' 'I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive' Saying, 'Oh' Saying, 'Oh' 'I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive' But no one really is