The Funeral-Hank Williams

[ti:Funeral] [ar:Hank Williams JR] [al:The Country Collection 1955-1958] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Funeral (葬礼) - Hank Williams JR (汉克·威廉姆斯) [00:06.46]I was walking in Savannah [00:08.15] [00:08.95]Past a church [00:09.68]Decayed and dim [00:10.65] [00:11.81]When slowly through the window [00:13.21]Came a plaintive funeral hymn [00:15.06] [00:16.13]And my sympathy awakened [00:18.19]And a wonder quickly grew [00:19.68]Till I found myself environed [00:21.77]In a little colored pew [00:22.99] [00:24.62]Out front a colored couple sat [00:26.33]In sorrow nearly wild [00:27.96] [00:28.77]On the altar was a casket [00:30.57]And in the casket was a child [00:32.16] [00:33.86]I could picture him while living [00:35.52]Curly hair protruding lips [00:37.43] [00:38.61]I'd seen perhaps a thousand [00:40.28]In my hurried southern trips [00:41.90] [00:43.91]Rose a sad [00:44.59]Old colored preacher [00:45.86]From his little wooden desk [00:47.28] [00:48.05]With a manner sort of awkward [00:49.51] [00:50.19]And countenance grotesque [00:51.66] [00:52.76]The simplicity and shrewdness [00:54.73]In his ethiopian face [00:56.18] [00:56.87]Showed the wisdom [00:58.07]And the ignorance of a crushed undying race [01:01.44] [01:02.94]And he said [01:03.54] [01:04.58]Now don't be weeping [01:05.74]For this pretty bit of clay [01:07.35] [01:08.69]For the little boy [01:09.56]Who lived there has done gone and run away [01:12.11] [01:13.73]He was doing very finely [01:15.55]And he appreciates your love [01:16.85] [01:18.18]But his shonough father wanted him [01:19.91]In the big house up above [01:21.46] [01:23.51]The Lord didn't give you that baby [01:25.47]By no hundred thousand miles [01:27.16] [01:28.91]He just think you need some sunshine [01:30.84]And he lent it for a while [01:32.41] [01:34.15]And he let you keep [01:35.13]And love him till your hearts [01:36.43]Were bigger grown [01:37.25] [01:38.43]And these silver tears you're shedding now [01:41.18]Are just interest on the loan [01:42.58] [01:44.35]Just think my poor dear mourners [01:46.33]Creeping long on sorrows way [01:48.42] [01:49.94]What a blessed picnic this here baby got today [01:52.58] [01:54.31]Your good fathers and good mothers [01:56.19]Crowd the little fella round [01:57.60] [01:58.60]In the angels tender garden [02:00.78]Of the big plantation ground [02:02.28] [02:04.89]And his eyes they brightly sparkle [02:06.77]At the pretty things he view [02:08.62] [02:09.90]But a tear came and he whispered [02:11.76] [02:12.37]I want my parents too [02:13.79] [02:15.15]But then the angel's chief musicians teach [02:17.75]That little boy a song [02:18.98] [02:20.35]Says if only they be faithful [02:22.29]They'll soon be coming along [02:23.64] [02:25.36]So my poor dear detached mourners [02:27.42]Let your hearts with Jesus rest [02:29.26] [02:31.12]And don't go to criticizn the one [02:33.09]What knows the best [02:34.23] [02:36.41]He has give us many comforts [02:38.07] [02:39.02]He's got the right to take away [02:40.43] [02:41.88]To the Lord be praised in glory [02:44.00] [02:44.82]Forever let us pray