• I stopped one dawn
    On the edge, of a graveyard very old

    A frightful sight
    I will not lie, I am not very bold

    Then a cry
    A piercing screech, people screaming out their tales

    Some were old
    Some were young, there was an orchestra of wales

    Then they stopped
    And all as one, they told to me the meaning

    Of life t'was
    They sang out loud, to me a mortal, mortal being

    "Live," they said

    "Live," again

    "Live. Live. Live."