Down in the valley where the river flows
There's a man with a long black coat
Rain is falling and clouds that are 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
The funeral director is a busy man
He must do the job on time
Tape measures, nails and a claw hammer beckon
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
Down in the valley where the river flows
There's a man with a long black coat
Rain is falling and 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

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