Dust to Dust

Digging graves is my delight

Digging graves for you to lie in

Digging graves from morn' till night

I earns me living from the dying

Digging graves the whole day long

And as I dig I sing this song

To anybody that comes along

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

And thus I sing my song

Rich and poor all come the same

I’ll bury you all there's none has favour

Don't spend your time in seeking gain

No gold from death will ever save you

Mighty men with wealth and riches

Beggars too in rags and stitches

All end up in the wooden britches

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

And so my song goes on

Some we bury with foul diseases

Some will die still young and pretty

Death will take just who it pleases

For in death there is no pity

Mangled men with sightless eyes

Babes in arms and maids like wives

Fit or foolish, weak or wise

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

And thus my song goes on

You might be dancing in the street

You might be gay, you might be grieving

You might be singing a song so sweet

But you'll not cheat death, there's no deceiving

In the street or in the hall

Whether you skip or whether you crawl

Death could come any time at all

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

And so I sing my song

Death come early, death come late

It takes us all, there is no reason

For every purpose under heaven

To each a time, to each a season

A time to love and a time to cry

A time to laugh and a time to sigh

A time to be born and a time to die

Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

And thus I end my song