Son Of A Widow

I'll ring your doorbell Until you let me in And I can no longer tell Where 'you' end and 'I' begin Grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine Why not be crushed to make wine? Pay no attention to me Dancing with my girl We have every intention to be Failures in this world Grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine Why not be crushed to make wine? Six of my closest friends Will dig up the ground All my accomplishments Gently lowered down Grape on the vine We've been alone a long time Grape on the vine Why not be crushed to make wine? (All is the same to the souls of those so much resigned) The son of the widow You raised from the dead Where did his soul go When he died again?