Left alone a seed to sadness grows Burrows down where thoughts may hide And breaks up in your cellar floor And let the water pour, inside Fill your cup with all the ash and bone Digging down to see her eyes And though the archer's bow may bend A lie that's never told, begins Abide with me my son And sing a life that's done Help for helpless ones, I'll find Now our arms begin to bend and break Skin and hair and hearts still grow We'll sing her death We'll sing her death.