Down in the valley where the river flowsThere s a man with a long black coatRain is falling and clouds that are blackOn the coffin that starts to floatChildren they cryWhen they look eye to eyeStay in your homeWhen the undertaker roamsYour townThe Funeral director is a busy manHe must do the job on timeTape measuresnails and a clawhammer beckonTo bind the wood that bindsChildren they cryWhen they look eye to eyeStay in your homeWhen the undertaker roamsYour townBlind as a batChain up the soulDon t chew the fatJust hide in a holeDown in the valley where the river flowsThere s a man with a long black coatRain is falling and clouds that char blackOn the coffin that starts to floatChildren they cryWhen they look eye to eyeStay in your homeWhen the undertaker roamsYour townBlind as a batChain up the soulDon t chew the fatJust hide in a hole

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