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 And their worm dyeth not Just call me Ichabod 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 And their worm dyeth not Just call me Ichabod Ichabod