Some people go digging in the ground
Yesterday
Up behind the town
In the barren clay
In the morning sun
In the haze of noon
Into the deep twilight
Sing a little tune
Digging in the ground
Digging in the ground
Between the great sea swell
And the tumbling sparrow
Digging in the ground
Digging in the ground
Towards the great fireball
And the secret marrow
Digging in the ground
Digging in the ground
Digging in the ground
Some people go digging in the ground
Digging a hole
To pide the body from the soul
Beneath the broad blue sky
Ceaseless toil for a vein of gold,
A river of oil
Digging in the ground
Digging in the ground
In the dying light all alone
We go digging in the ground
Digging for shards and bones
For things better left alone