Lyrics:

What I found in Harrow's Field, (Oh oh oh)
Were furrows, dark, that would not yield, (Oh oh oh)
The Vigilant Digger will dig my grave
Of an earth made of things I cannot say
And build a cenotaph that stands
Where we once kneeled

Saying, 'Oh'
Saying, 'Oh'
'I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive'
Saying, 'Oh'
Saying, 'Oh'
'I wish I was alive, I wish I was alive'
But no one really is