Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and
Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work.
I am the grass. I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg,
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and people on
passenger trains ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now ?
I am the grass. Let me work.