The Funeral 歌詞
Funeral - Hank Williams JR.
I was walking in Savannah
Past a church
Decayed and dim
When slowly through the window
Came a plaintive funeral hymn
And my sympathy awakened
And a wonder quickly grew
Till I found myself environed
In a little colored pew
Out front a colored couple sat
In sorrow nearly wild
On the altar was a casket
And in the casket was a child
I could picture him while living
Curly hair protruding lips
I'd seen perhaps a thousand
In my hurried southern trips
Rose a sad
Old colored preacher
From his little wooden desk
With a manner sort of awkward
And countenance grotesque
The simplicity and shrewdness
In his ethiopian face
Showed the wisdom
And the ignorance of a crushed undying race
And he said
Now don't be weeping
For this pretty bit of clay
For the little boy
Who lived there has done gone and run away
He was doing very finely
And he appreciates your love
But his shonough father wanted him
In the big house up above
The Lord didn't give you that baby
By no hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine
And he lent it for a while
And he let you keep
And love him till your hearts
Were bigger grown
And these silver tears you're shedding now
Are just interest on the loan
Just think my poor dear mourners
Creeping long on sorrows way
What a blessed picnic this here baby got today
Your good fathers and good mothers
Crowd the little fella round
In the angels tender garden
Of the big plantation ground
And his eyes they brightly sparkle
At the pretty things he view
But a tear came and he whispered
I want my parents too
But then the angel's chief musicians teach
That little boy a song
Says if only they be faithful
They'll soon be coming along
So my poor dear detached mourners
Let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go to criticizn the one
What knows the best
He has give us many comforts
He's got the right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory
Forever let us pray