Oh let me rest my weary head, no more shall I work or slave,

lying in my narrow bed, beside all the other graves…

No hatred shall I feel, nor wages shall I collect,

just asleep in the open field, I have paid my final debt…

There is no pain, nor sorry or any gain,

and no falling spring rain, will make me grow again…

Asleep in peace I lie, breathless in dreamless slumber,

thats what happens when you die, you are no longer a number…

For here in deep hades, is the end of all chatter,

like times before babies, we just didnt matter…

Among the headstones and weeds, theres no pathway to tread,

I have no further needs, lying in my narrow bed…