Ashes to ashes dust to dust   Her swing set chains have turned to rust   Her playground gone and made anew   Her photographs in shades of grey   Felt strangely heavier that day   They were ashamed of what they hid      Her broken music box still plays the   same songs it played before   Her rocking chair remains intact   As cobwebs slowly stop the   spinning courses of little horses   Her rocking chair remains intact      The priest got up in suit and tie   He crossed himself and closed his eyes   Prayed for luck and prayed for rain   The people all got up to sing   Their favorite thousand year old hymn   The words were all underground