Lay Me Down in the Potter's Field

from by Anarcho Folko

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Lay Me Down in the Potter’s Field

When I die and cold I lie don’t pray the lord my soul to save
Don’t lay me down in the hallowed ground with a preacher at my grave
For if it’s there I’m interred I’ll just up and return with a plague and a pox on you all
So lay me down in the potter’s field beyond the churchyard walls

Lay me down in the potter’s field to rest forever more
Far from the place of holy grace, from the cold hand of the Lord
Bury me shallow or bury me deep, far from the place where angels weep
Lay me down in the potter’s field to rest forever more

If I was a Christian soldier or at least a Christian mercenary
You could bury me in the blessed ground of your bloody colony
And if I was a sailor you could bury me at sea
But I am dreadful sinner so it’s the potter’s field for me

If I was a pious preacher and a petty pilfering priest
I’d accept nothing but sacred earth to be buried beneath
But I supose you’ll have to lay me out like a common whore or thief
For I am fallen sinner and it’s the potter’s field for me

Lay me down in the potter’s field to rest forever more
Far from the place of holy grace and the cold hand of the Lord
Bury me shallow or bury me deep, far from the place where angels weep
Lay me down in the potter’s field to rest forever more

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ri-aye
When the angels come a-knocking I will face my judgement day
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ri-i
I was born a dirty sinner and a sinner I will die

If I was a landlord, boss or politician or another blood sucking flea
You could place in me a pristine pitch in a high-class cemetery
And send me to parasite’s paradise with intact dignity
But I am a lowly sinner so it’s the potter’s field for me

If I was a fat old drunken lord or even royalty
I’d need a place of honour and grace to befit my nobility
Though you place the lords beneath the sward with a grand ceremony
I am a common sinner so it’s the potter’s field for me

Lay me down in the potter’s field to rest forever more
Far from the place of holy grace and the cold hand of the Lord
Bury me shallow or bury me deep, far from the place where angels weep
Just lay me down in the potter’s field to rest forever more

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ri-aye
When the angels come a-knocking I will face my judgement day
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ri-i
I was born a dirty sinner and a sinner I will die

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from A Monkey's Diversion, released January 4, 2017

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