wrap no cotton shroudsnyou’re champion aroundnright now the world suffers for youn(sufferin’ for you)nset myself down on the frozen ground at dawnnpointed myself with my back to the sunnand thus were his eyes,nhis hands spoke misfortunenand these are his wordsnthat brought me through my sicknessnif i were my hands(x2)ni’d choke out these words(x2)nmy dying breathnset yourself down on the dewy ground at dawnnand there point yourself with your back to the sun