You have your greed and jealousy, and smile sweet on my distress
But death is here to see you off, and sing thee sweetly to thy rest
You'll never see, you'll never hear, for time is short and mercy's blessed
It's your own tongue that laid you here, and sings thee sweetly to thy rest
What you destroyed was perfect, and never caused you any harm
Now turn your ears to distant thunder, and brace yourself against the storm
Now her last of firsts; the struggle's sudden end, I'll hollow the earth to hide away my sins
But as I fill the grave, there's a shining in the sand; the ring I gave my love's on this body's hand