Go holding my hand
Look into his bed
This is were he's laid.
Let her hold you-
the sister you don't know
Don't let each other go.
Walk out with the family
into the winter sun
When you come back they'll be gone.
Plant your life in rich soil
Scoop this in your hand
This is where you stand
This is where he's laid
Come with a pumpkin for his grave.
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