I'll never forget when you said something wise That people are loved And death didn't wait That they aren't in life is love enough Even so, as you crossed by the churchyard I feel you shiver coldly You say you're afraid of sleeping I'll tell you what my grandfather told me I'll tell you what my grandfather told me This is what my grandfather told me "It's not the dead that you've got to worry about, my dear Beneath the moss, hidden inside And I promise you have nothing to fear You've got еnough to get on with the living Let thеse ones sleep There's enough trouble above the earth So don't fret 'bout what's underneath." Cemeteries and socials Where do I spend my time Among the dead I'm a local And they don't seem to mind In fact I find it quite hopeful To hear the quiet sigh So come lay down in the soft ground and now Think of what my grandfather told me Think of what my grandfather told me Oh, this is what my grandfather told me "It's not the dead that you've got to worry about, my dear Beneath the moss, hidden inside And I promise you have nothing to fear You've got enough to get on with the living Let these ones sleep There's enough trouble above the earth So don't fret 'bout what's underneath."