All the folks who had died on a Sunday
gathered in one room behind an old wooden door
The rest of us waited
some of us for seasons
others because they weren’t ill or old.
Standing beside the grandfather clock
a boyman (17) announced to the gathering
a boyman (17) announced to the gathering
“as of tomorrow I went for a walk”
The midnight proxy cuckooed twelve times
and next Sunday started with an almighty bang.
In the wee hours he started walking
and we all sang loudly
from the bottom of our hearts
“Happy deathday to you, happy deathday to you ...”
All the folks that will die on a Monday
were gathered in one room behind a moonlit door
The rest of us waited
some of us for seasons
others because they weren't ill or old
Standing outside The Grandfather Clock
a barman (18) announced to the crowd
"as of yesterday the drinks will be free"
The midnight proxy cuckooed twelve times
All the folks that will die on a Monday
were gathered in one room behind a moonlit door
The rest of us waited
some of us for seasons
others because they weren't ill or old
Standing outside The Grandfather Clock
a barman (18) announced to the crowd
"as of yesterday the drinks will be free"
The midnight proxy cuckooed twelve times
and next Monday started with an almighty crash.
In the wee hours he started serving
the sun is over-rated ..."
In the wee hours he started serving
and we all sang loudly
from the bottom of our hearts
“... hang my hat on the horns of the moonthe sun is over-rated ..."
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