They had gently said that "you are dead"
But I find that hard to believe
You may have run your course, the whole world across
But I find you have to live before you die

Broken, broken stem
Lay down your head
But the seed, the seed, the seed is sown and of the land

So lay in your grave, 'cause that's why they're made
But don't expect, don't expect no company
But don't you mind, I'll think of you all the time
But don't lay or lie on account of me

Broken, broken stem
Lay down your head
But the seed, the seed, the seed is sown and of the land