The stones were still
mourners marched
through the morning grey
Casket held over
grim faces
the stones were still
To foreboding drums
and forlorn trombone
mourners marched
And circled round
the waiting grave
in the morning grey
The stones were still
mourners marched
through the morning grey
Casket held over
grim faces
the stones were still
To foreboding drums
and forlorn trombone
mourners marched
And circled round
the waiting grave
in the morning grey