Down, down, down below,
deep down, a wind that blows,
blows me away,
sways me to a grave.
Something that I had buried yesterday.
Dig, dig, dig down deep.
Dig down deep and there it sleeps.
Sleeps young, sleeps beautiful,
Now awake, but the bucket is full.
Tick, tick, tick tock tick,
tick tock tick and there goes the kick.
Everything is quiet, everyone black.
Fill the hole you dug,
Time to fill it back.