Down in the valley where the river
flows
Thereґs a man with a long black coat
Rain that is falling and clouds that
are black
On the coffin that tries to float
Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams
Your town
The Funeral director is a busy man
He must do the job on time
Tape measures, nails and a
clawhammer beckon him
To bind the wood that binds
Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams
Your town
Blind as a bat
Chain up the soul
Donґt chew the fat
Just hide in a hole
Oh, down in the valley where the
river flows
Thereґs a man with a long black coat
Rain that is falling and the clouds
that char black
On the coffin that starts to float
Children they cry
When they look eye to eye
Stay in your home
When the undertaker roams your
town...
Blind as a bat
Chain up the soul
Donґt chew the fat
Just hide in a hole
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