Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Funeral, artist - Hank Williams. Album song Everything Is Now, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 11.12.2012
Record label: jazz2jazz
Song language: English
The Funeral |
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 envired 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 livin’curly hair protuding 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 sorta awkward and countenance grotesque |
The simplicity and shrewdness in his Eithopian face |
Showed the wisdom and 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 doin’very finely and he appreciates your love |
But his shore 'nuff father wanted him in the big house up above |
The Lord didn’t give you that baby by no hundred thousand miles |
He just thought you need some sunshine and he lent it for awhile |
And he let you keep and love it till your hearts were bigger grown |
And these silver tears you’re sheddin’now is just interest on the loan |
Just think, my poor dear mourners creepin’along on sorrows life’s way |
What a blessed picnic this here baby got today |
Your good fathers and good mothers crowd the little fellow round |
In the angel’s tender garden of the big plantation ground |
And his eyes they brightly sparkle at the pretty things he viewed |
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 comin’along |
So my poor detached mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest |
And don’t go to criticizin’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 |