And if I die before the evening's over Gonna take my body for to keep my soul And if that stone lies six feet under Gonna take my money for a pot of gold And if that pot should wind up empty You can fill it up with a holy wine And the wine tastes sweet, you drink up plenty Then shed your worries for a peace of mind And when I climb the Tower of Babel I'll leave my spirit in the hands of friends Until I walk with Cain and Abel To beg for mercy at the Pearly Gates And when I kneel, the great Messiah I'll bear his trial and take his name And so that child will be a saviour From a cradle to a shallow grave From the cradle to a shallow grave From the cradle to a shallow grave To a shallow grave To a shallow grave To a shallow grave