Down in the valley where the river flows
Thereīs a man with a long black coat
Clouds that are black and rain that is falling
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
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
Donīt chew the fat
Just hide in a hole
Oh, down in the valley where the river flows
Thereīs a man with the long black coat
Clouds that char black and rain that will falling
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
Donīt chew the fat
Just hide in a hole
