Pall Bearers

So now I’m just skin and bone 

Lying in my hearse

The pallbearers are ready 

To put me in the earth

The mourners are all standing 

Looking in my grave

The adults looking serious 

The children misbehave



In my hearse



Some of them are crying 

Some are looking glum

Some can’t wait to get away 

And go and have some fun

The priest has seen it all before 

He really is a dear

He’s buried several hundred 

Yet still he sounds sincere