A beautiful song by Don McLean. Chords by Marvin2Shoes The Grave by Don McLean [spoken] The grave that they dug him had flowers Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestoneā¦ He's gone When the [] wars of our nation did [] beckon A [] man barely twenty did answer the [] call [] Proud of the trust that he [] placed in our nation. He is [] gone. But [] eternity knows him and it [] knows what we've [] done. And the [] rain fell like pearls on the [] leaves of the [] flowers Leaving [] brown muddy clay where the [] earth had been [] dry And [] deep in the trench he waited for [] hours As he [] held to his rifle and [] prayed not to [] die But the [] silence of night was [] shattered by fire As [] guns and grenades blasted [] sharp through the air [] One after another his [] comrades were slaughtered In a [] morgue of marines, [] alone standing [] there He [] crouched ever lower, ever [] lower in [] fear They [] can't let me die, they can't [] let me die [] here I'll [] cover myself with the [] mud and the earth I'll [] cover myself, I know I'm not [] brave! The [] earth, the [] earth, the [] earth is my grave [Solo] [spoken] The [] grave that they dug him had [] flowers Gathered from the hillsides in [] bright summer [] colours And the [] brown earth bleached [] white at the [] edge of his gravestone He is goneā¦ []