Somebody's walking oh somebody's walking. There on the grave of our love. And somebody's kicking the dust and the ashes away. Why don't they just let it die. And fade and grow cold again. Better our footsteps divide. And our memory grow old again. Oh long dead love. Long dead love. How much dirt must you shovel on what's already dead. Don't send flowers to remember send thorns instead. And who's that polishing the tombstone over our heads. Ohh. Somebody's dancing on our sad misfortune. Oh there on the grave of our love. And somebody's sweeping the splinters of my broken heart away. Why don't they just let it die. And fade and grow cold again. Better our footsteps divide. And our memory grow old again. Oh long dead love. Long dead love. It's been so long it's even hard to find the right place. Was it you who paid for Burke and Hare to come in on the case. You know grave-robbing is a sin and this is a crying disgrace. Deep in the night the cruel intention comes stealing. Deep in the night I can't close my eyes for that feeling. Oh long dead love. Long dead love. Long dead love