this world is made with sweat and toil pushing muscle and elbow oil we can t lie too long in the shade cause every day must be remade some days you fall some days you fly but in the end we all must die our rotting flesh and broken bone will feed the ground that we call home will feed the ground that we call home but the new sprout grows from a fallen tree my sons will go on after me so lift your heart and dry your eye it s another day to live and die it s another day to live and die and now i ve run naked in the wild seen the beauty of a newborn child and like the alchemists of old i ve tried to spin my straw to gold most times a giver sometimes a thief so full of hope but prone to grief between freedom and despair i know the truth is lying there i ve seen the truth it s lying there and a new sprout grows from a fallen tree this world will go on after me so lift your heart and dry your eye it s another day to live and die it s another day to live and die so go on now don t you worry bout me you ve miles to go and a world to see my life s been long and full and good i ve run this race the best i could it s a short time here and long apart but the same song rings in both our hearts so take my guitar when i m gone write your own rhymes and pass it on just take your hit and then pass it on let a new sprout grow from a fallen tree this song will go on after me so lift your heart and dry your eye it s another day to live and die it s another day to live and die just another day