How Wonderful - Beams

How wonderful, how wonderful, would it be to be

Buried hand over hand when the moon’s quarter to three

In the shadow of my favourite tree

How wonderful, how wonderful- my sins have been forgiven!

I didn’t die by my own hand, my sins have been forgiven

They lay now on the burdened son that’s got to go on livin'

How wonderful, how wonderful, never meant for a classy ride

Don’t throw me in a satin box or throw money at goodbyes

I’d rather go just how I came, quite surprised, not a thing to my name

Stopped in the middle of whatever game I was playin'

How wonderful, how wonderful would it be to be

Buried hand over hand when the moon’s quarter to three

In the shadow of my favourite tree-

In the shadow, patiently