It's been waiting somewhere for so long
A long wooden box to carry you on
From this desert to another land
You can't hold money with cold dead hands
I'm waking up, now I'm ready to sleep
What I've sown is what I'll reap
My heart is willing but my flesh is weak
I'm waking up, now I'm ready to sleep
Trade in all your gold for a box made of wood
It isn't much now but it will soon do you good
I'm waking up, now I'm ready to sleep
What I've sown is what I'll reap
My heart is willing but my flesh is weak
I'm waking up, now I'm ready to sleep