The Funeral-Hank Williams/Luke The Drifter

[ti:Funeral] [ar:Hank Williams JR] [al:The Country Collection 1955-1958] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Funeral - Hank Williams (小汉克威廉斯)/Luke The Drifter [00:06.03]I was walking in Savannah [00:07.72] [00:08.52]Past a church [00:09.25]Decayed and dim [00:10.22] [00:11.38]When slowly through the window [00:12.78]Came a plaintive funeral hymn [00:14.63] [00:15.70]And my sympathy awakened [00:17.76]And a wonder quickly grew [00:19.25]Till I found myself environed [00:21.34]In a little colored pew [00:22.56] [00:24.19]Out front a colored couple sat [00:25.90]In sorrow nearly wild [00:27.53] [00:28.34]On the altar was a casket [00:30.14]And in the casket was a child [00:31.73] [00:33.43]I could picture him while living [00:35.09]Curly hair protruding lips [00:37.00] [00:38.18]I'd seen perhaps a thousand [00:39.85]In my hurried southern trips [00:41.47] [00:43.48]Rose a sad [00:44.16]Old colored preacher [00:45.43]From his little wooden desk [00:46.85] [00:47.62]With a manner sort of awkward [00:49.08] [00:49.76]And countenance grotesque [00:51.23] [00:52.33]The simplicity and shrewdness [00:54.30]In his ethiopian face [00:55.75] [00:56.44]Showed the wisdom [00:57.64]And the ignorance of a crushed undying race [01:01.01] [01:02.51]And he said [01:03.11] [01:04.15]Now don't be weeping [01:05.31]For this pretty bit of clay [01:06.92] [01:08.26]For the little boy [01:09.13]Who lived there has done gone and run away [01:11.68] [01:13.30]He was doing very finely [01:15.12]And he appreciates your love [01:16.42] [01:17.75]But his shonough father wanted him [01:19.48]In the big house up above [01:21.03] [01:23.08]The Lord didn't give you that baby [01:25.04]By no hundred thousand miles [01:26.73] [01:28.48]He just think you need some sunshine [01:30.41]And he lent it for a while [01:31.98] [01:33.72]And he let you keep [01:34.70]And love him till your hearts [01:36.00]Were bigger grown [01:36.82] [01:38.00]And these silver tears you're shedding now [01:40.75]Are just interest on the loan [01:42.15] [01:43.92]Just think my poor dear mourners [01:45.90]Creeping long on sorrows way [01:47.99] [01:49.51]What a blessed picnic this here baby got today [01:52.15] [01:53.88]Your good fathers and good mothers [01:55.76]Crowd the little fella round [01:57.17] [01:58.17]In the angels tender garden [02:00.35]Of the big plantation ground [02:01.85] [02:04.46]And his eyes they brightly sparkle [02:06.34]At the pretty things he view [02:08.19] [02:09.47]But a tear came and he whispered [02:11.33] [02:11.94]I want my parents too [02:13.36] [02:14.72]But then the angel's chief musicians teach [02:17.32]That little boy a song [02:18.55] [02:19.92]Says if only they be faithful [02:21.86]They'll soon be coming along [02:23.21] [02:24.93]So my poor dear detached mourners [02:26.99]Let your hearts with Jesus rest [02:28.83] [02:30.69]And don't go to criticizn the one [02:32.66]What knows the best [02:33.80] [02:35.98]He has give us many comforts [02:37.64] [02:38.59]He's got the right to take away [02:40.00] [02:41.45]To the Lord be praised in glory [02:43.57] [02:44.39]Forever let us pray