Ripped from my outstretched arms
O her weakness for worldly charms!
Serpentina Root and ribs entwine
As I dream of her moonlit eyes
So don't cremate me when I'm gone
I won't be gone for long
I'm a sinner in the hands of an angry God
Stick me in the ground and let me rot
Where the gra** don't grow
And the leaves don't lie A
Nd their worm dyeth not
Just call me "Ichabod."
O hearken the boneyard bells!
The tintinnabulation of Hell
I'll come creepin' out a dead chimney
With the turn of a skeleton key
Take the long way around Mt. Zion
Opt out of the Ramsom'd Choir
No Glory, divine amazing grace
Just to waft through her window lace
Where the gra** don't grow
And the leaves don't lie A
Nd their worm dyeth not
Just call me "Ichabod."