Afternoon Funeral Procession Song
Did you know they played our song,
when they carried him along?
Down the steps out from the church,
they placed him gently in the hearse.
While many there were unaware,
the faithful few who came prepared,
joined the prayer and sang along,
did you know they played our song?
Did you hear the church bells toll,
when you finally lost control?
Your face was wet and hot and red.
Do you remember what you said?
The words came pouring out like rain.
The congregation felt your pain.
When you finally lost control,
could you hear the church bells toll?
Where will they lay us down to rest,
when our last breath has left our chest?
I want to sleep under the sky,
in a place that's warm and dry.
Of course, I’d rather we survive,
I don't think I'll ever want to die.
When my last breath leaves my chest,
where will they lay me down to rest?
Will you ever let it show?
There are haunting, lonesome things that grow,
when you face this kind of loss;
a burden you carry like a cross.
Just etch neatly in the wood,
a small reminder of what's good.
There are still joyful things to grow,
but will you ever let it show?
Who was the man who dug the grave?
Was he somber, was he brave?
Does he have many more to dig?
Will he be watching with a sprig?
Does he know that we are grateful?
Does he believe that life is fateful?
You are somber and you are brave,
who is the man who digs the grave?