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I Dreamed I Saw
My Tombstone
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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I took a walk to the graveyeard,
looked at all the stones
And I felt pity for each and every resting soul
I saw my old friend Frankie's grave, man, I hadn't thought
of him in years
We were real close once but now he's long and far from here

I dreamed I saw my tombstone, it was just a simple stone
I dreamed they buried me in my grave
They put me down six feet under and there wasn't no-one who
came
Well, I dreamed I saw my tombstone standing in the rain

I recall my Granddad's funeral and how my old man cried
And I remember thinking I didn't ever wanna die
Well, now I've come to accept the fact of my own mortality
But the notion of rotting away still don't appeal to me

I dreamed I saw my tombstone, it was just a simple stone
I dreamed they buried me in my grave
They put me down six feet under and there wasn't no-one who
came
I dreamed I saw my tombstone standing upon my remains

I ain't ever consulted no fortune teller
If I don't know 'bout my fate, man, it's just as well
I don't believe in no premonitions
But then again, with dreams like that, sometimes it's hard
to tell

I dreamed I saw my tombstone, it was just a simple stone
I dreamed they buried me in my grave
They put me down six feet under and there wasn't no-one who
came
I dreamed I saw my tombstone and let me tell you, it sure
felt strange
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