Lyrics

[Verse 1] Nobody knows what life is like in the ground I close my eyes and I hear that shovelling sound The kirk was rigged, we're full of bread and full of wine Nobody knows what pipes can do to the mind [Verse 2] The [?] black [?] are falling in [?] Take flight from their holy spire Nobody speaks of that hole in the field But I walk these last few miles in a dead man's shoes [Chorus] A grave, a grave to put this young man in A grave, a grave to put this young man in [Verse 3] Memory leaves you like dust [?] Nobody knows where your life and your love is stored So I'll walk further past these grey headstones Than I've ever dared to [?] on my own And lie down on the new green earth and know I've walked the last few miles in a dead man's shoes [Chorus] Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in Find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in (find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in) (find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in) (find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in) (find a grave, find a grave to put this young man in)