Spent my days on the tramp and on the oceans
On the quest for what it’s for I strode the nights
I slept in the dark of the arches where all strangers used to sleep
I saw the ghost side of the land as the sun went down on me

At Potter’s Field is where you find me
Beneath the oak trees and the moon I nest
Oh, at Potter’s Field is where I laid down
Amongst my predators and friends I rest, oh

Close your eyes and you can hear the weeping
Forgotten lonely hearts can’t make their peace
Hear unchristened souls yearning for remission and relief
The shady side of life and the downside of belief

At Potter’s Field is where you find me
Beneath the oak trees and the moon I nest
Oh, at Potter’s Field is where I laid down
Amongst my predators and friends I rest, oh

Along the streets of disregard
And across the eldritch boulevard
You’ll find a place calm and concealed
Here’s Potter’s Field

At Potter’s Field is where I laid down
Amongst my predators and friends