You Won’t Dig My Grave

I am no weeping willow
I am no fragile flower
To be taken by the frost
Or by the lateness of the hour

I have lived in consternation
Of the road ahead for me
Despite that I can’t see that far
There are things that I can see

You won’t dig my grave
You won’t dig my grave
I’ve lived among the angels
You never were that brave

You won’t dig my grave
You won’t dig my grave
I’ve been up to the mountain
There are things that you can’t take

From that morning by the river
Where once I touched her hem
To my midnight in the garden
Without a solitary friend

The rock of my salvation
Was the girl who took my hand
You’ve never been loved the way I have
You wouldn’t understand

You won’t dig my grave (won’t dig)
You won’t dig my grave (my grave)
I’ve lived among the angels
You never were that brave

You won’t dig my grave
You won’t dig my grave
I’ve been up to the mountain
There are things that you can’t take

(ooh-ooh…)

I am told there’s many mansions
I am not afraid to go
But the call that I am waiting on
Will not come from below

My angel suffers no fools
I am hers and she is mine
And woe betide the man who tries
To take me ‘fore my time

You won’t dig my grave
You won’t dig my grave
I’ve lived among the angels
You never were that brave

You won’t dig my grave
You won’t dig my grave
I have been up to the mountain
There are things that you can’t take

You won’t dig my grave (won’t dig)
You won’t dig my grave (my grave)
I have lived among the angels
I have lived among the angels

You won’t dig my grave
You won’t dig my grave
I have been up to the mountain
There are things that you can’t take, no

(Won’t dig
My grave)
No

(ooh-ooh…)