I was a laborer with pine trees Bringing them down so they were boot height next to me Sometimes evil things define me And I stand shivering 'cause all trees lose their leaves In a past life, you know I fell in love with you girl But I still feel its burn I was a buried thing She finds me And brings me home to meet her well adjusted family Sometimes pretty things remind me And I stand shivering 'cause all trees lose their leaves In a past life, you know I fell in love with you girl But I still feel its burn Would you grow old with me Grow grey slowly Tell our children how their dad was found maundering If I died suddenly Raised up floating Would you stand shivering 'cause all trees lose their leaves In a past life, you know I fell in love with you girl But I still feel its burn In my next life, you know I'll find you girl, find you girl Then we'll follow the burn