Hollow body, bones and shoesnYou can never get back what you losennWhen will I stop crying?nWhen will I stop crying?nnOh my dear, I know too wellnWhen I'm in my gravenWhen I'm in my gravenWhen I'm in my gravenThat will be the day.nnHappiness you're so untruenI can't stand the sight of younnWhen will I stop lying?nWhen will I stop lying?nnOh my dear, I know too wellnWhen I'm in my gravenWhen I'm in my gravenWhen I'm in my gravenThat will be the day.nnPut a stone where no one knowsnDress me in my Sunday clothesnThere'll be no more talk of the holynThere will be silence onlynnAnd I can not wait for the daynWhen I'm in my gravenWhen I'm in my gravenWhen I'm in my gravenThat will be the daynThat will be the daynThat's gonna be the daynThat'll be the day