Lyrics & translations of Victoria Williams

Words by Victoria Williams A graveyard musty and cold Smells of springtime Smells of mold Pick up a truckload full of bones There to play a few songs to one who's gone There there child Don't you cry

Outside my house is a cactus plant They call the century tree Only once in a hundred years It flowers gracefully And you never know when it will bloom CHORUS: Hey, do you want to come out And play the