[00:00.00] 作词 : Kirkpatrick John Michael
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Kirkpatrick John Michael
[00:10.25]Digging graves is my delight
[00:13.62]Digging graves for you to lie in
[00:19.45]Digging graves from morn' till night
[00:23.12]I earns me living from the dying
[00:29.12]Digging graves the whole day long
[00:32.70]And as I dig I sing this song
[00:36.41]To anybody that comes along
[00:40.62]Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
[00:46.00]And thus I sing my song
[00:52.12]Rich and poor all come the same
[00:55.54]I’ll bury you all there's none has favour
[01:01.08]Don't spend your time in seeking gain
[01:05.00]No gold from death will ever save you
[01:10.91]Mighty men with wealth and riches
[01:14.79]Beggars too in rags and stitches
[01:18.54]All end up in the wooden britches
[01:22.54]Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
[01:27.79]And so my song goes on
[01:33.95]Some we bury with foul diseases
[01:37.41]Some will die still young and pretty
[01:43.25]Death will take just who it pleases
[01:46.83]For in death there is no pity
[01:52.87]Mangled men with sightless eyes
[01:56.70]Babes in arms and maids like wives
[02:00.66]Fit or foolish, weak or wise
[02:04.41]Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
[02:09.79]And thus my song goes on
[02:15.50]You might be dancing in the street
[02:19.41]You might be gay, you might be grieving
[02:25.00]You might be singing a song so sweet
[02:29.16]But you'll not cheat death, there's no deceiving
[02:34.91]In the street or in the hall
[02:38.62]Whether you skip or whether you crawl
[02:42.41]Death could come any time at all
[02:46.29]Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
[02:51.70]And so I sing my song
[03:36.04]Death come early, death come late
[03:39.45]It takes us all, there is no reason
[03:45.20]For every purpose under heaven
[03:48.83]To each a time, to each a season
[03:54.79]A time to love and a time to cry
[03:58.50]A time to laugh and a time to sigh
[04:03.29]A time to be born and a time to die
[04:07.16]Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
[04:13.87]And thus I end my song

作词 : Kirkpatrick John Michael
作曲 : Kirkpatrick John Michael
Digging graves is my delight
Digging graves for you to lie in
Digging graves from morn' till night
I earns me living from the dying
Digging graves the whole day long
And as I dig I sing this song
To anybody that comes along
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
And thus I sing my song
Rich and poor all come the same
I’ll bury you all there's none has favour
Don't spend your time in seeking gain
No gold from death will ever save you
Mighty men with wealth and riches
Beggars too in rags and stitches
All end up in the wooden britches
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
And so my song goes on
Some we bury with foul diseases
Some will die still young and pretty
Death will take just who it pleases
For in death there is no pity
Mangled men with sightless eyes
Babes in arms and maids like wives
Fit or foolish, weak or wise
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
And thus my song goes on
You might be dancing in the street
You might be gay, you might be grieving
You might be singing a song so sweet
But you'll not cheat death, there's no deceiving
In the street or in the hall
Whether you skip or whether you crawl
Death could come any time at all
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
And so I sing my song
Death come early, death come late
It takes us all, there is no reason
For every purpose under heaven
To each a time, to each a season
A time to love and a time to cry
A time to laugh and a time to sigh
A time to be born and a time to die
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
And thus I end my song