When I finished my sentence
I saw myself
Very alone and lost
She died of grief and I
That the fault has been I know she died being good
She died of grief and I
That the fault has been I know she died being good

They buried her in the afternoon
The daughter of Juan Simon
And it was Simon in the village
And it was Simon in the village oh
The only digger

And since in one hand he carried the shovel
And on his shoulder the hoe
Someone would ask him
And everyone asked him
"Where are you coming from Juan Simon"

I'm a gravedigger and I'm coming from
I'm a gravedigger and I'm coming from
From burying my heart

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