In the graveyard Grove, near the Groundsman's keep Where the owls don't crow, and the birds don't sing Where your heart's stone cold and your blood don't bleed God rest your troubled, troubled, troubled soul Where the moon don't glow, where the sun don't peek Where the grass don't grow, when the dirt draws deep Where the dead go home, and the dogs don't sleep God rest your troubled, troubled, troubled soul Where the boneyard grows where the tombstones creep Where the dead go home, and the priests don't preach What your eyes don't believe what your eyes don't see God rest your troubled, troubled, troubled soul