Daphne Loves Derby - Dirt Doesn't Travel
Under the newborn tree, oh
We left your body in a box
I've waited for your ghost to
Haunt this home and keep us warm
I hope you've finally found your way
Don't you worry,
Death will keep you company
I've been worried for you
Abide the ancient words
Your body turns to soil without a fight
And I can finally hear your ghost tonight,
But what's the point?
I hope you're too ashamed to speak
Don't you worry,
Death will keep you company
I've been worried for you