G 
By the shooting range 
       F 
At the door of the plain 
  C                 G 
A poet lies in the ground 
    G                       F  
His family is there and for years they have stared 
       C             G 
At the wooden box surround 
   G             
Perhaps he stood there 
           F 
And with phrases had cared 
        C                     G 
To have captured the views he found 
          G 
If you're crossing the line 
   F 
An angel you'll find 
C                  G 
Deep in the wooded land 

                        F  C  G 
Don't want to grow much older now 
                   F      C       G 
I want to feel the sun, sun shine down 
                     F     C 
Don't want to see my bones rust 
   F            C 
My skin turn to dust 
    F           C         G 
And change from what I am now 

Follow the path where the trees lead the road 
And the tombs are made of stone 
Three bearded men worship within 
a church arrayed in gold 
We can see with our eyes 
And question our lives 
And still not know were we go 
If you're sure where you are 
Well that's good so far 
But we only know what we know 

Don't want to grow much older now 
I want to feel the sun, sun shine down 
Don't want to see my bones rust 
My skin turn to dust And change from what I am now 

The child in the womb 
Was conceived in the wood 
Upon this very ground 
My hopes are made clear 

A life without fear 
And respect for his fellow man 
I'll try to be strong 
When I lead him along 
The path that has been planned 
But I'm still not sure 
Of where I'll be gone 
When I leave this land 

Don't want to grow much older now 
I want to feel the sun, sun shine down 
Don't want to see my bones rust 
My skin turn to dust 
And change from what I am now