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) [00:06.28]I was walking in Savannah [00:07.97] [00:08.77]Past a church [00:09.50]Decayed and dim [00:10.47] [00:11.63]When slowly through the window [00:13.03]Came a plaintive funeral hymn [00:14.88] [00:15.95]And my sympathy awakened [00:18.01]And a wonder quickly grew [00:19.50]Till I found myself environed [00:21.59]In a little colored pew [00:22.81] [00:24.44]Out front a colored couple sat [00:26.15]In sorrow nearly wild [00:27.78] [00:28.59]On the altar was a casket [00:30.39]And in the casket was a child [00:31.98] [00:33.68]I could picture him while living [00:35.34]Curly hair protruding lips [00:37.25] [00:38.43]I'd seen perhaps a thousand [00:40.10]In my hurried southern trips [00:41.71] [00:43.72]Rose a sad [00:44.40]Old colored preacher [00:45.67]From his little wooden desk [00:47.09] [00:47.86]With a manner sort of awkward [00:49.32] [00:50.00]And countenance grotesque [00:51.47] [00:52.57]The simplicity and shrewdness [00:54.54]In his ethiopian face [00:55.99] [00:56.68]Showed the wisdom [00:57.88]And the ignorance of a crushed undying race [01:01.26] [01:02.76]And he said [01:03.36] [01:04.40]Now don't be weeping [01:05.56]For this pretty bit of clay [01:07.17] [01:08.51]For the little boy [01:09.38]Who lived there has done gone and run away [01:11.93] [01:13.55]He was doing very finely [01:15.37]And he appreciates your love [01:16.67] [01:18.00]But his shonough father wanted him [01:19.73]In the big house up above [01:21.28] [01:23.33]The Lord didn't give you that baby [01:25.29]By no hundred thousand miles [01:26.98] [01:28.73]He just think you need some sunshine [01:30.66]And he lent it for a while [01:32.23] [01:33.97]And he let you keep [01:34.95]And love him till your hearts [01:36.25]Were bigger grown [01:37.07] [01:38.25]And these silver tears you're shedding now [01:40.99]Are just interest on the loan [01:42.39] [01:44.16]Just think my poor dear mourners [01:46.14]Creeping long on sorrows way [01:48.23] [01:49.75]What a blessed picnic this here baby got today [01:52.39] [01:54.12]Your good fathers and good mothers [01:56.00]Crowd the little fella round [01:57.41] [01:58.41]In the angels tender garden [02:00.59]Of the big plantation ground [02:02.09] [02:04.70]And his eyes they brightly sparkle [02:06.58]At the pretty things he view [02:08.43] [02:09.71]But a tear came and he whispered [02:11.57] [02:12.18]I want my parents too [02:13.60] [02:14.96]But then the angel's chief musicians teach [02:17.57]That little boy a song [02:18.80] [02:20.17]Says if only they be faithful [02:22.11]They'll soon be coming along [02:23.46] [02:25.18]So my poor dear detached mourners [02:27.24]Let your hearts with Jesus rest [02:29.08] [02:30.94]And don't go to criticizn the one [02:32.91]What knows the best [02:34.05] [02:36.23]He has give us many comforts [02:37.89] [02:38.84]He's got the right to take away [02:40.25] [02:41.70]To the Lord be praised in glory [02:43.81] [02:44.63]Forever let us pray