There´s 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

Don´t chew the fat

Just hide in a hole



Oh, down in the valley where the river flows

There´s 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

Don´t chew the fat

Just hide in a hole