The grave digger walks alone

He wakes before the rooster's cry

Cold mornings greet his weary eye

With calloused hands he takes his spade

Another grave his toll is paid

The sun beats down on earth so dry

The sweat drips as the day crawls by

He digs the holes for those who rest

Their silence echoes in his chest

Oh the grave digger walks alone

With every shovel the earth has grown

A home for sorrow a bed for pain

The lonely earth calls out his name

The wind it whispers through the trees

It carries voices on the breeze

He feels their weight he hears their cry

But no one sees the tears he hides

Each mound of earth a story told

Of love and loss of young and old

He carries them in shadows deep

While the world above forgets to weep

Oh the grave digger walks alone

With every shovel the earth has grown

A home for sorrow a bed for pain

The lonely earth calls out his name