The Gravedigger (2006 Remaster) - Jake Thackray

作曲：Jake Thackray

I am a grave-digger a digger of

Graves I know my clay

I know in my water I know in my

Blood I know in my bones

That you will never believe in the

Things I am going to say

Till you are listening in to a funeral

All of your own

There are uncles and aunties and nieces

And nephews and sisters-in-law

A family swarms with them they teem

They are thicker than flies

Sisters and brothers and cousins and

Aunties and daughters galore

The only time when all of them meet

Is when one of them dies

At the grave at the grave at the

Family family grave

The putting of the people in the ground

There are days days when I shake

My shovel at the sky

Oh there are days there are days

It gets you down down down

Shovel at the sky gets you down

I see many different fashions of

Mourning both fancy and plain

There are those who go very white

And stand there aghast and just gawp

They cannot manage to cry - and

There's others who cannot refrain:

Willy-nilly they bellow and howl

At the drop of a corpse

They sit in the chapel and whisper

And meditate over the stiff

They never speak ill of him - especially

If he was close -

But: What a good family man

And a wonderful friend even if

He was a palpable pain in the arse

And he died of a dose

At the grave at the grave at the

Family family grave

The putting of the people in the ground

Some with no one there - at least

Just a policeman and a priest

There are days oh there are days

It gets you down down down

Policeman and a priest gets you down

Then there are those of course

Who turn up and can then hardly wait

For the vicar to stop and the coffin to

Drop and the sobbing subside

And then they are barely a blur

As they sprint for the cemetery gates

To go get their hands on the money

The food or the widow's backside

There are one or two do s turn out

Disappointingly in the extreme

Where the booze is rough and the

Grub is duff and no flowers at all

And the mother embarrasses you with a

Sudden hysterical scream

Where the coffin you came to see

Off is pathetically small

At the grave at the grave at the family

Family grave

The putting of the people in the ground

In a whisper often I say Good luck

My friend Goodbye

There are days oh there are days

It gets you down down down

Good luck my friend Goodbye

It gets you down

They do the round of the family

And pay their respects

We'll have to be going How nice

How sad And Thanking you

They are studying form and

Weighing up who it is going to be next

To go under the slab Whose

Turn to pay for the very next do

I am a grave-digger a digger

Of graves I know my clay

I know in my water I know in

My blood I know in my bones

That you will never believe in the

Things I am going to say

Till you are listening in to a

Funeral all of your own

At the grave at the grave

At the family family grave

The putting of the people

In the ground

There are days days when I shake

My shovel at the sky

Oh there are days oh there are

Days it gets you down down down

Shovel at the sky gets you down