there’s a shovel in my hands

and grass stains on my knees

I’m going out digging

(I’m going out burying)

the moon is high in the sky

and low in the dewdrops,

there are crickets singing in the grass

(they don’t know what I’ve done)

I dug a hole six feet deep,

with crickets the only sound,

and I buried you there

(I buried you there)

there by the old oak swing,

there by the dried-up creek,

there where I used the catch the crickets

(there where you would let them go)

my hands are empty,

my knees scraped and scabbed,

I’ve been out digging

(I’ve been out burying)

the crickets are singing

(the crickets are singing)

they know

they know

they know

(whelve [v.]- to bury something deep; to hide)